In this whiskey river, my sorrows flow,
Where the heavy soul dances in shadows below,
An empty room echoes with memories of old,
As the slow burn of longing begins to unfold.
The distant moon whispers secrets at night,
While the hollow tune cradles my heart in its flight,
With every note drifting like leaves on the breeze,
And the crying wind carries my pleas to the trees.
I can taste the pain in this bottle of shame,
Each sip a reminder, I’m the one to blame,
With a heart full of dreams that have long been retired,
In this lonely place, where my spirit's expired.
Through the smoke and the sorrow, I still want to sing,
To a rhythm of heartache, let the blues take their wing,
And if the dawn breaks softly as the night fades away,
I’ll gather these shadows and chase them away.
So I’ll raise my glass to the stars in the sky,
Let the whiskey river flow, let the memories fly,
For though I am lost, I won't drown in my gloom,
In this haunting embrace of my empty room.
With the distant moon watching, and the world standing still,
I’ll find peace in the music, I will bend to its will,
And as the silence settles, I’ll finally learn,
In the heart of the blues, there's a light in the slow burn.
Blues
Whiskey river, Heavy soul, Empty room, Slow burn, Distant moon, Hollow tune, Crying wind
Blues
Whiskey river, Heavy soul, Empty room, Slow burn, Distant moon, Hollow tune, Crying wind