Out on the highway blues, where the lost dreams fade,
I’m wandering through shadows, where love once laid.
The tires sing a lonely tune against the night's chill,
Haunted by memories, they linger and thrill.
I crossed a wooden bridge, with a heart made of glass,
Each step a reminder of the moments that pass.
With eyes that have seen the scars of the night,
Searching for solace in the pale moonlight.
Crying steel from the factories, echo in the air,
Whispers of promises that vanished in despair.
I chase the horizon where the deep river flows,
Hoping for a glimpse of the love that I chose.
Broken faith like the branches that splinter and fall,
Leaves me here standing, against a crumbling wall.
Silent truth wraps around me like a bittersweet veil,
While the moonlit sorrow tells a lonesome tale.
The night wears on heavy, like a coat not my size,
Beneath the stars’ judgment, I can’t hide my lies.
But deep in the darkness, I find a flicker of light,
A chance to rebuild all that's lost in the fight.
So I’ll walk this highway with my weary old heart,
Bridge the gaps of the past, play a brand new part.
Embrace the deep river; let the current run through,
For every broken piece leads me closer to you.
And when the morning comes, with the sun shining bright,
I’ll leave behind shadows, take my sorrow to flight.
For whispers on the wooden bridge, they'll echo my song,
In the heart of the silence, I know I belong.
Blues
Highway blues, Wooden bridge, Crying steel, Broken faith, Moonlit sorrow, Deep river, Silent truth
Blues
Highway blues, Wooden bridge, Crying steel, Broken faith, Moonlit sorrow, Deep river, Silent truth