In a smoky haze, where the shadows creep,
The bourbon tide rolls in, and I can't find sleep.
Dusk serenade whispers through the trees,
Calling out my name on a restless breeze.
Oh, that lonely train, it echoes my pain,
Ridin' down the tracks, like a heart in chains,
Weathered hands hold memories tight,
Slipping through my fingers in the pale moonlight.
There's a light so far, but I can't reach,
So I sit on this porch, where the past still breaching.
Each sip of whiskey tells a story untold,
Of dreams once bright, now faded to gold.
The smoky horizon is a place I recall,
Where love used to bloom, now it's just a wall.
These blues are my comfort, in the night so cold,
Every note is a piece of the life I sold.
Oh, that lonely train, it carries my soul,
Over hills and valleys, a journey so old.
Weathered hands rise, but they struggle to stand,
As the bourbon tide washes away what was planned.
So here’s to the nights when the heartbeats collide,
To the dusky serenades and the whispers inside,
I’ll drink to the memories, both bitter and sweet,
As the train rolls on through the dark, empty street.
In the end, when the last drop is poured,
I’ll find my peace, and I’ll finally soar.
With every swirling thought, I’ll bid them goodbye,
As the bourbon tide ebbs beneath the smoky sky.
Blues
Bourbon Tide, Dusk Serenade, Lonely Train, Weathered Hands, Smoky Horizon