Broken bottle on the barroom floor,
Whispers of a wounded heart I can’t ignore,
Sipping on my sorrow, drowning in the pain,
Waiting for the midnight train to come and take me far away again.
The river flows like memories unsaid,
It carries all my fears, it drags along the dead,
I watch the currents flow, they twist and turn my soul,
Each wave a reminder of a love that took its toll.
Rusty heart, you just won't mend,
Every sharp reflection seems to haunt my every bend,
The delta wind is howling, it calls my name at night,
But all that comes back to me are shadows lost to light.
Lonely road stretches far and wide,
It’s just me and my thoughts, with no one by my side,
The echo of my footsteps is a song of pain and grief,
With every step I take, I’m searching for relief.
Bleeding soul, you wear your scars,
Underneath the moonlight, still reaching for the stars,
Each whisper of the night feels heavy on my chest,
With every passing moment, I just long for peace and rest.
So I raise my glass to memories gone by,
To the love that turned into a bittersweet goodbye,
With the rust and the bottles, I'll find a brand-new start,
In the silence of the night, I’ll reclaim my shattered heart.
The midnight train will carry me, where the river meets the sky,
In the arms of the delta wind, I’ll learn that I can fly,
And though the road is lonely, it’s a journey I must take,
I’ll heal these old wounds, for my own and my own sake.
Blues
Broken bottle, River sorrow, Midnight train, Rusty heart, Delta wind, Lonely road, Bleeding soul