Every mile’s a memory, out on this endless highway,
With torn edges of postcards, from dreams that slipped away.
The fading melody plays softly on the radio,
As I chase the restless shadows of a love I used to know.
Hollow sunrise breaking, painting skies a weary gray,
The shattered soul in me just wanders, lost in yesterday.
Dusty horizon beckons, like a ghost from long ago,
But every twist and turn just leads me back to sorrow’s glow.
Oh, I’ve wandered through the valleys, walked the riversides,
Felt the weight of weary moments where my heartache hides.
With every road I travel, I pack a piece of pain,
And though the map is endless, the route just feels the same.
So I sit here in the silence, with a bottle and a tune,
Counting stars and broken dreams beneath a restless moon.
Those torn edges whisper secrets, of love that couldn’t stay,
And the fading melody remembers what I wish away.
In the shadows of the sunset, I’ll find my way back home,
With dusty trails behind me, no more need to roam.
The road may twist and tangle, but it leads me to the light,
Where hollowness and heartache fade into the night.
So here’s to every highway, every tear and every sigh,
To the memories that linger, and the dreams that pass us by.
With every broken sunrise, I’ll rise up strong and whole,
As I paint my way through darkness, and reclaim my shattered soul.
Blues
Endless highway, Torn edges, Fading melody, Restless memory, Hollow sunrise, Shattered soul, Dusty horizon