Love and Brie

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.

Dust and dust, that's what we leave behind,

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

We ride the wind, chasing the sun,

In this blues life, there's no rush.

Old guitars, but worn strings,

Every note a reminder of something torn.

Lovemore and Bridget, calling my name,

But the heart of love, where you are, is pure.

Dust and dust, that's what we leave behind,

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

We ride the wind, chasing the sun,

In this blues life, there's no rush.

Gravel in my boots, heart on the line,

Knowledge and Luxon are my friends, but they show me the way.

The open road whispers, "Friend, don't be late,"

But the shadows behind me - they just grow and grow.

Dust and dust, that's what we leave behind,

A trail of broken pieces, behind our minds.

We ride the wind, we chase the sun,

In this blues life, there's no place to run.

Dust and dust, we turn to stone,

In this blues world, you walk alone.

It's your boy Love for Bridget from Zimbabwe.