Under the lonesome sky, where the pines sway slow,
I wander through the memories of the love I used to know.
With every gentle whisper, the breeze it takes me back,
To a time when our hearts beat in perfect romance track.
The stars above are sparkling like promises we've made,
But now I'm just a drifter, in this bittersweet serenade.
Each step I take feels heavier, with shadows in my mind,
As I search for something real in the silence left behind.
The moonlight paints a picture, of what we used to share,
But the world feels oh so empty, without you standing there.
I hear the pines are sighing, telling stories of our past,
But the echoes of your laughter fade like summertime's last.
Oh, the night can be so lonesome, when you're chasing dreams alone,
Every heartbeat feels like thunder, every sigh a rolling stone.
I’m drifting through the twilight, as the moments slip away,
Hoping for a ray of sunshine, to guide me through the gray.
So I’ll raise my voice to heaven, let it float upon the air,
With each note I’m reclaiming, all the love we used to share.
Underneath this lonesome sky, I’ll find a way to mend,
Holding tight to the heartbeat that our memories intend.
As the dawn breaks tenderly, washing shadows from the night,
I’ll remember the sweet moments, in the morning’s golden light.
And though the road is winding, I’ll face what lies ahead,
For in the whispers of the pines, I’ll carry love instead.
Country
Sky, pine, heartbeat, drifting, lonesome