In the shadows of the night, I feel the midnight blues,
A river flowing heavy, carrying my broken dues.
With every lonely cry, my heart starts to strain,
Playing these broken strings, drowning in the river pain.
Dusty roads keep calling, while the stars hang low,
Whiskey breath beside me, takes me where I won’t go.
Each step I wander deeper into the dark embrace,
But the whispers of my soul remind me of my place.
The barroom’s filled with echoes of dreams left in the past,
A smoky haze surrounding, memories that won’t last.
But the sound of that old guitar plays soft upon my mind,
And in the silence I can hear the truth I’ve yet to find.
So I'll sing my sorrows to the moon and talk to the night,
With a heart full of the blues, searching for the light.
Every note a journey, every chord a tale to tell,
In this world of broken strings, some days I feel I fell.
But I’ll rise above the ashes, where the river sings anew,
With every lonely cry, there's a hope that's breaking through.
So take my hand, sweet spirit, let’s walk this dusty way,
Through the midnight blues and shadows, we’ll find a brighter day.
As the dawn begins to whisper, casting shadows from my stride,
I’ll carry all these journeys with the pain I’ve learned to hide.
In the quiet of the morning, where the memories gently blend,
I’ll leave behind the whiskey breath, and learn how to mend.
Blues
Midnight blues, River pain, Broken strings, Soul whispers, Dusty roads, Lonely cry, Whiskey breath