With the whiskey burning bright, I hit the open road,
Just a heart full of memories, and a heavy load.
The thunder cracks above me, like a song still in the night,
And I’m searching for some solace, in this winding fight.
The headlights pierce the darkness, as the storm begins to rise,
But I’m chasing down the past, with a fire in my eyes.
Every mile is a story, every corner a recall,
I might be lost in the moment, but at least I’m free to fall.
So pour another glass, let the rain cleanse my soul,
As the world blurs behind me, I’ll take back control.
In the chaos, I find quiet, beneath the lightning’s gleam,
Tracing paths of my heartache, like a forgotten dream.
The jukebox plays a harmony of heartache and regret,
As I drive through endless silence, with no signs of forget.
The whiskey whispers softly, like a lover’s sweet embrace,
In the storm I find my comfort, and the road I call my place.
So here’s to all the open skies, and the nights that never end,
To the solace I can navigate, through every twist and bend.
With every sip I take, I’m a little more alive,
In the heart of this storm, man, I know I’ll survive.
When the sun breaks through the clouds, and the road turns to gold,
I’ll raise my glass to the journey, every story that’s been told.
For the whiskey on the open road, and the storms that brought me home,
In this wild and reckless life, I’ve finally found my own.
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