I sit alone upon the porch, the moonlight casts its glow,
With a bottle of that whiskey, just me and my sorrow.
The smoke curls in the darkness, a ghost of what once was,
Wrapped up in these shadows, trapped in a mournful buzz.
The breeze whispers secrets, like a soft, forgotten tune,
As the stars wink down on me, hiding behind the gloom.
Each sip sings a memory, a love I had to lose,
Now my soul’s just wandering through these weary midnight blues.
Dreams drift like the smoke rings, fading into air,
I reach for empty echoes, can’t find you anywhere.
In this twilight battle, where the night meets the dawn,
I wear my heart like armor, but it’s tattered, it’s withdrawn.
My heart beats to the rhythm of a train that rolls away,
Each whistle's just a reminder of the price I had to pay.
The whiskey burns like fire, but it chill my broken bones,
And the shadows keep on dancing, with the memories I own.
So I raise a glass to those who’ve found themselves in pain,
To those who chase their shadows under falling rain.
In this smoky sanctuary where the four winds gently sigh,
I’ll find a way to carry on, 'neath this vast and endless sky.
Tomorrow's just a whisper, but tonight I'll take my stand,
With whiskey in my spirit and the shadows hand in hand.
I’ll find my way back home again, as the darkness starts to wane,
In the smoke and shadows dancing, I’ll embrace my love and pain.
Blues
Smoke, shadows, porch, whiskey, soul