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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dust on the dashboard
River smoke on my clothes
Map folded
Coffee cold
Pine sap on my soul
Boot prints in the two-track
Old scars in my knees
I traded hunting IEDs
For fresh bear sign in the leaves
[Chorus]
Now it’s tracks in the Selway
Not tracks in the sand
I follow ’em slow with a rifle in hand
Used to scan every shadow for something that bites
Now I’m just counting these ridgelines and nights
But the wars in my head don’t care where I stand
I’m walking with ghosts in this quiet of land
Yeah
I’m out here breathing in cedar and ash
Still hearing brothers who never came back
[Verse 2]
Thunder when a limb snaps
I flinch
Then I laugh
’Cause my heart’s already halfway
Back to that other path
Names on my dog tag
Names carved in my chest
I whisper them over
When the sun sinks in the west
[Chorus]
Now it’s tracks in the Selway
Not tracks in the sand
I follow ’em slow with a rifle in hand
Used to scan every shadow for something that bites
Now I’m just counting these ridgelines and nights
But the wars in my head don’t care where I stand
I’m walking with ghosts in this quiet of land
Yeah
I’m out here breathing in cedar and ash
Still hearing brothers who never came back
[Bridge]
Wish you could see this valley
How the frost lifts off the ground
I pour one out on the gravel
When the evening shuts things down (oh)
If peace is out here hiding
Somewhere past this last switchback
I’ll keep on scouting these ridges
Till I finally bring it back
[Chorus]
Now it’s tracks in the Selway
Not tracks in the sand
I follow ’em slow with a rifle in hand
Used to scan every shadow for something that bites
Now I’m just counting these ridgelines and nights
But the wars in my head don’t care where I stand
I’m walking with ghosts in this quiet of land
Yeah
I’m out here breathing in cedar and ash
Still loving brothers who never came back
Details
GeneratedMar 2, 2026
Duration3:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
Raw Americana ballad with male vocals; low, pulsing kick and brushed snare under a mournful slide guitar. First verse sparse with fingerpicked acoustic; chorus swells with harmony stack and organ bed. Second verse adds gritty electric fills; bridge strips back to vocal and guitar before a final full-band lift., fresh
Credits
Prompt byOvertoneLunar470
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Bear hunting in the Selway, combat and injuries traumatic Brain injuries, wars in my head, missing my brothers that didn’t make it, trading hunting IEDs for scouting and finding fresh bear track, PTSD
