Rust and Dust

Whispering winds, carry my story away

I woke up to the sound of a broken chain,

Rust on my fingers, dust in my veins.

The road calls me back, no time to stay,

With every mile, something slips away.

Luck's a fleeting shadow, slipping through my hands,

Chasing distant echoes across forgotten lands.

Rust and dust, that's all we leave behind,

A trail of broken pieces, in the back of our mind.

We ride the wind, we chase the sun,

In this life of blues, there's nowhere to run.

Old guitar strums, but the strings are worn,

Every note's a memory of something torn.

The Mississippi river, she's callin' my name,

But the water's dry, ain't no one to blame.

Lost in the haze of yesterday's regrets,

Trying to find a truth that time forgets.

Rust and dust, that's all we leave behind,

A trail of broken pieces, in the back of our mind.

We ride the wind, we chase the sun,

In this life of blues, there's nowhere to run.

Underneath the moon's cold glow,

Secrets whisper, stories flow.

Following the silent song,

Hoping somehow we belong.

Dust settles on the worn-out road,

Carrying the tales we've long ago owed.

Rust and dust, fade away,

But the spirit's free, come what may.