The echo of the storm

(Verse 1)

The last drops fell like shattered glass on the dusty lane,

Another town, another night, another driving rain.

I packed the car with silent ghosts and a past I couldn't hold,

Left the wreckage on the bed, a story never told.

The radio hums a mournful tune, a siren in the dark,

I see her face in every flash, a permanent, searing mark.

The scent of gasoline and fear, the memory won't fade,

For every mile I put behind, a new debt I have paid.

(Chorus)

The thunder rolls, but it's an echo now, a whisper in my mind,

A silent scream, a final act, the life I left behind.

I turn the page, but the words are blurred, the ink bleeds on the street,

There's no escape from what's been done, no triumph in defeat.

The road ahead is long and dark, a shadow on the soul,

And somewhere back there in the past, the distant thunder rolls.

(Verse 2)

The diner lights are harsh and dim, the coffee’s bitter taste,

Another face, another name, another life erased.

I watch the truckers come and go, with stories in their eyes,

But no one knows the man I was, the one I had to disguise.

The scars are not upon my skin, but etched into my core,

A broken vow, a shattered trust, an empty metaphor.

The lightning flashes on the hill, I see the figure stand,

My past is waiting in the gloom, with a gun gripped in its hand.

(Chorus)

The thunder rolls, but it's an echo now, a whisper in my mind,

A silent scream, a final act, the life I left behind.

I turn the page, but the words are blurred, the ink bleeds on the street,

There's no escape from what's been done, no triumph in defeat.

The road ahead is long and dark, a shadow on the soul,

And somewhere back there in the past, the distant thunder rolls.

(Bridge)

The world moves on without a sound, a silent, cruel design,

And every choice I ever made now feels a part of some dark shrine.

The rumble in the distance could be a storm, or a car,

Or maybe it's the beating heart of who I really are.

I try to sleep, but the images, they won't let go their hold,

A story written in the rain, with a purpose black and cold.

(Guitar Solo - slow, mournful, and bluesy with heavy distortion)

(Outro)

I'm just a drifter on the road, with no place left to go,

Just a ghost of what I was, a seed that will not grow.

And in the mirror on the dash, a stranger meets my eyes,

And somewhere back there in the storm, a man in darkness lies.

The thunder rolls... it always rolls.

(Sound of a single, final thunderclap and the guitar chord rings out and fades to silence)