Crossroads seem to come and go
And I hear the folklores of long ago
They turn now and then
And I meet with the hurricanes.
Dead man with his gold
On the side of the road
He won't stay without his dreams
The town still hides many things...
Coming back - now let's go
But I don't know which way's out
So I go slow.
The drink's on the counter
But the bar's empty
Horses run free
Damaging the security
The browning, broken window
Hides many secrets
Feel she's here with me now
I can feel her presence here, somehow...
Coming back to nowhere town
No guitar strings, no sound
No one to give you company
No one's around
Watch me from the rooftops
A shot rings out
I run to find no one there
Just a bull chewing
On a bail of hay.
Let's paint this town red
Because it's all painted gray
It's grown so fray
I lived here once, in nowhere town
Wonder why I left
Then forgot to come around
So I hop in my ride
Trying to rid the memories
Out of my mind
Just don't look back
And leave this town behind.
1 comment:
stay intrigued..
it's beautiful..ain't it?
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