Moaning wind calls my name tonight,
In this sleepless town, where none speak right.
Chasing shadows down a dusty road,
With a heart so heavy, it's hard to unload.
Cold whiskey warms my haunted soul,
Each sip reminds me of the price of the toll.
A broken tune lingers in my mind,
Of loves lost in the cruelest bind.
The moon hangs low above the trees,
As I wander these streets, searching for peace.
Every step echoes with despair and dread,
While memories of laughter dance in my head.
The night is long, but the dawn will rise,
Yet here I am, lost in my own lies.
Restless spirit in the pale moonlight,
Searching for solace in a world of fright.
With every corner, there's a tale to tell,
Of dreams unmade and those who fell.
The warm embrace of the whiskey's hold,
Keeps me standing while the night turns cold.
Dust settles on dreams that never came true,
And I’ll keep walking till I find a view.
A place where the shadows can no longer bind,
And the whispers of a restless spirit unwind.
So I'll raise my glass to the stars above,
To the heart that aches and the lost love.
With every note of that broken tune,
I'll find my way back, under the watchful moon.
Tomorrow I'll rise, though tonight feels so long,
In this sleepless town, I’ll sing my song.
For every lonely road leads us back home,
And the restless spirit will no longer roam.
Blues
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