Prompt / 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
Tags
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
Duration
3:22
Instrumental
No
Created
3/2/2026