In the shadows where the midnight oil burns,
I wander through the tales of lessons learned,
With dark water swirling, whispering my name,
On this blues corner, I ain't the same.
My old guitar weeps with every strum,
Caught in a rhythm where the heart beats numb,
The moonshine dreams bring the past to bear,
In the quiet of the night, you can feel the air.
Devil's road winding through my soul,
Each crooked turn takes its toll,
Flashes of regret dance in the light,
But still I’m searching for what's wrong and right.
Burning bridges on sacred ground,
With sweet melodies that will never drown,
Chasing shadows, I find my way,
In the echoes of the night, I'll forever stay.
So I sing my song with a heavy heart,
Each note a memory, a work of art,
Though the blues may haunt, they also heal,
In the darkest moments, I know what’s real.
And when the dawn breaks, I’ll sing no more,
For every heartache, I’ve opened the door,
With a gentle whisper, the silence will sound,
Finding peace in the music that’s always around.
Blues
Midnight oil, Dark water, Blues corner, Devil's road, Moonshine dreams, Old guitar, Sacred ground
Blues
Midnight oil, Dark water, Blues corner, Devil's road, Moonshine dreams, Old guitar, Sacred ground