A dusty road where shadows play
Footsteps faded worn away
The wind hums low a sweet refrain
Soft whispers call yet leave no name
The sky won’t tell the secrets it keeps
The river runs but never weeps
A fleeting dream I tried to chase
Only to lose that fleeting trace
Fields of gold kissed by the sun
Moments passed those days undone
A wooden swing now sways alone
A melody carved in quiet stone
The sky won’t tell the secrets it keeps
The river runs but never weeps
A fleeting dream I tried to chase
Only to lose that fleeting trace
A harmonica cries where silence grows
Through broken paths and quiet blows
Its voice a story of what once was
Echoing truths no rhyme can pause
The sky won’t tell the secrets it keeps
The river runs but never weeps
A fleeting dream I tried to chase
Only to lose that fleeting trace
