Troubled mind, won't you ease your pain,
Backstreet shadows calling out your name.
Juke joint echoes dance in my soul,
Old wounds bleed, but I can't let them go.
The railroad blues are running through my veins,
Riding those tracks, just chasing the rain.
Each raindrop falls like a lover's sigh,
In this smoky room where our memories lie.
Whiskey and shadows, they're my only friends,
With every drink, I try to make amends.
The jukebox sings, but it knows my song,
In the corners of night where I feel I belong.
Troubled heart, can you hear the sound?
Of broken dreams just lying around.
The smoke rolls thick, like the thoughts in my head,
In this heartache lounge, where the lost go to tread.
The railroad blues keep calling my name,
Chasing the summer, but the winter remains.
Underneath the lights, where secrets unfurl,
In this old juke joint, I spin in a whirl.
So here I sit with my heavy heart,
Picking up pieces that fell apart.
But someday I'll find a brand-new tune,
And leave behind these whispers in the smoky room.
Where raindrops wash away the stains of the night,
I'll find my way home, back into the light.
Till then I'll keep singing, in the dark I’ll bloom,
And find my peace among the whispers in this smoky room.
Blues
Troubled mind, Backstreet pain, Juke joint, Old wounds, Railroad blues, Smoky room, Rain drops