Old Tune (II) - Conrad Mortiss
Too many worries on my mind tonight
Like a heavy rain that won't take flight
I chase the dreams but they've all gone blind
The weight of time, it's a bitter bind
The clock of life takes its time as go by
The wind blows cold, the sun sinks low
I ride these roads with nowhere to go
My life's a song, it's torn apart
A pointless plea without any hope
An old tune played on a broken guitar
Tends to repeat without an end in sight
I've seen the hills, I've touched the sky
I rode the prairies and valleys wide
But shadows follow, I can't deny
The echoes linger, they never fade
A hollow past, an empty future
Maybe some hope inside
My hollow heart remains from the mess I made
My soul without the fire of joy
The wind blows cold, the sun sinks low
I ride these roads with nowhere to go
My life's a song, it's torn apart
A pointless plea without any hope
An old tune played on a broken guitar
Tends to repeat without an end in sight
Strings unravel, they hum off-key
Every step feels like it's chasing me
But I'll keep strumming through the scars of my past
This shattered soul, this empty heart
Just like this broken guitar
I ride, I go on with no end in sight
The wind blows cold, the sun sinks low
I ride these roads with nowhere to go
My life's a song, it's torn apart
A pointless plea without any hope
An old tune played on a broken guitar
Tends to repeat without an end in sight
