Out on the tracks where the shadows creep,
I ride the railroads, lost in my sleep.
The whistle is blowin', but it don’t feel right,
Each mile a reminder, like a ghost in the night.
I see the horizon, where the sun meets the pain,
A canvas of memories, washed down by the rain.
With every heartbeat, my soul's a refrain,
Longing for somethin', but it’s just a chain.
Broken dreams hang like smoke in the air,
Like faded photographs, they vanish somewhere.
I reach for the echoes that you left behind,
But love's just a fever, and I’m runnin’ blind.
The train keeps rollin’, like the tears on my face,
Rattlin’ the windows of this lonesome place.
Each station's a story, but I'm holding on tight,
To the ghost of your laughter that haunts me at night.
The wind whispers secrets, a soft sad refrain,
Reminding me of moments, of joy and of pain.
But I’m stuck in this carriage, with nowhere to roam,
Lost in the rhythm, this train is my home.
So I’ll keep on rollin', with my heart on my sleeve,
Searching for answers in the lies I believe.
With each track I cross, I find a little release,
But longin’ for freedom, I’ll never find peace.
As the journey winds down and the stars start to fade,
I lay down my burdens, the dues that I’ve paid.
With a sigh and a whisper, my heart finds its refrain,
In the stillness between us, I’ll dance in the rain.
Blues
Tears, train, horizon, broken, longing