Out on this winding dirt path, where the shadows meet the day,
A fading postcard in my hand, from a time so far away,
Sipping on that cold whiskey, as the memories come to play,
Watching the world go by, like a drifting tumbleweed sway.
You were my heartbeat in the dusk, beneath a bleeding sunset sky,
With soft guitar melodies, we’d laugh and let the moments fly,
Now the silence fills the air, just echoes of a silent porch,
Where we carved our names in dreams, now they dim like an old torch.
The stars could light our way back, if they only knew our song,
But life is but a fleeting tune, every note feels so damn wrong,
I chase the whispers of your love, through the shadows and the haze,
As I wander through the memories, caught in a bittersweet maze.
Oh, the nights were wild and reckless, love burning in our hearts,
Now I’m lost in faded photographs, where every smile departs,
And the moonlight’s kindly glow, only reminds me of the past,
Like the bottles on my table, the silence just creeps in fast.
So I’ll raise another toast tonight, to the laughter and the pain,
Though the winds of time may change me, I’ll keep dancing in the rain,
With every strum of the guitar, I’ll hold on to what we had,
In this life of drifting tumbleweeds, it’s all the love I’ve ever grasped.
As the world spins on without us, I’ll find peace beneath the stars,
Carrying you in every heartbeat, no matter where you are,
In this quiet, simple moment, I’ll close my eyes and breathe,
For every fading postcard tells me, you’re the love I won't believe.
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Drifting tumbleweed, Cold whiskey, Winding dirt path, Fading postcard, Bleeding sunset, Soft guitar, Silent porch