In the glow of a whiskey sunset, my heart starts to ache,
Hollow laughter echoes, it’s a haunting mistake.
With an empty pocket, just a wish in the air,
Slow sorrow's creeping, like a shadow of despair.
Distant thunder rolling, like the storms in my mind,
Weary motion pulls me, to the ties I can’t unwind.
The streets are filled with memories, of nights lost in the haze,
Chasing dreams and promises, in a smoky, endless maze.
The moon's crying softly, casting shadows on my path,
With every lonely step, it reminds me of my past.
Whiskey warms my spirit, but it can’t heal my soul,
In this bittersweet embrace, I’m not feeling whole.
As the night keeps falling, and the stars start to weep,
I search for all the pieces, of a love I couldn’t keep.
With a heart worn and weary, and the dawn breaking through,
I’ll find a way to rise up, and start my journey anew.
So here’s to whiskey sunsets, and the lessons they bring,
In the depth of my troubles, I’ll discover my own wings.
With the howls of tomorrow, and the strength to endure,
I’ll embrace every moment, knowing I still have a cure.
With the moonlight still shining, I’ll reclaim my own song,
For in the depth of sorrow, I know I will belong.
So I raise my glass high, to the life I’ll embrace,
In the warmth of the evening, I’ll find my sacred place.
Blues
Whiskey sunset, Hollow laughter, Empty pocket, Slow sorrow, Distant thunder, Weary motion, Crying moon