Old Tune (VI) - 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 ticks as times go by
Sun's setting on the rose, feeling so free
Asking in the wolf for the bodies to see
Rat tail with the winds, one, two, three
Hander hands and out with white skin to see
I've seen the hills, I've touched the sky
I rode the prairies and the 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've made
My soul without the fire or 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 ending 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 ending 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 ending sight
