Out on the range where the wild winds blow,
With a dusty saddle and nowhere to go,
I ride with the shadows of the fading light,
Chasing the sunset, longing for the night.
Each mile that I cover, a story unfolds,
Whispers of memories in the tales that I told.
The stars up ahead seem to guide me on through,
But my heart keeps on searching for the love I once knew.
The prairie sings softly, a sweet lullaby,
As I yearn for a smile that I left way behind.
With every horizon, hope flickers anew,
Oh, the distance between us feels like an aching blues.
Time can be a healer, but it cuts like a knife,
Every turn of the trail brings me closer to life.
Yet the bittersweet longing is a weight on my chest,
As I ride into twilight, searching for rest.
The sun is now sinking, painting skies red and gold,
Each brushstroke a memory that never gets old.
As the night wraps around me like an old, worn-out shirt,
I whisper a promise: this longing won't hurt.
So I sit on my saddle, through the stillness I'll roam,
With dreams of the horizon, I'll always find home.
And though paths may divide us, my heart holds the truth,
That love is a journey, and I'm still loving you.
As the stars twinkle bright in the deepening blue,
I'll keep riding on, always longing for you.
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