Ain't nothin' but dust on the horizon,
Where the old train rolls away.
The whistle wails like my heart's confession,
A sound that won't ever stay.
With sorrow heavy in my suitcase,
I ride this lonesome track,
Each mile a memory that haunts my heart,
And there's no way to turn back.
I gaze at the world through a dusty window,
Where shadows of dreams used to roam,
A path once bright, now a fading light,
Singing the blues of my heart's home.
Oh, the stars up high, they whisper secrets,
Of loves I lost to the night,
Longing for a time when the skies were clear,
And everything felt so right.
But every sigh is a train a-comin',
Every tear, a rain-soaked track,
And the rhythm of life keeps a-beatin' strong,
Yet I can't seem to find my way back.
So I clutch my heart like a worn-out ticket,
As the wheels keep on rollin' through time,
With each passing town, every night I drown,
In the blues of a lonesome rhyme.
Dust on the horizon won't fade away,
It's a song that I'll always know,
A melody of love and the pain of goodbye,
A reminder that I'm not alone.
So here's to the stars and the dreams we chase,
To the tracks that forever bind,
With a heart full of longing, I find my peace,
As I leave the past far behind.
Blues
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