原曲《辞九门回忆》DJ版
Built my dreams in old motel,
Packed youth when the sirens fell,
All the skies I knew now feel like smoke and gold.
Through that gate, I won’t look back,
Left heart on the railroad track,
I pray to ghosts that once I knew,
In the pouring rain, my shadow’s growing old.
Dreamers fade slow,
The town forgot the rodeo,
Every hat hides a wrinkled soul,
Tales down where neon glows,
Freeways hum without control,
Lanes loop the same old road,
Guess I was chasing ghosts in solid gold.
Heaven’s off the map,
Told me, “Son, drop that crap,”
Opened mouth but I won’t snap,
White shirt, fake smile, city trap,
They said, “Take seat, don’t look back,”
Hadn't taste that coffee black,
Just another man lost under moonlight’s photograph.
Passed old saloon by name,
Broke lock on that old flame,
Every song sounds like a broken vow,
Through that gate, I won’t look back,
Left badge on the cul-de-sac,
Stared in glass, the years somehow
Made the boy I was a stranger now.
Dreamers fade slow,
The town forgot the rodeo,
Every suit hides a tired soul,
Old stories never close,
Desert sleeps, but won’t let go,
Change place, still the same echo,
Guess I’m a shadow where the rivers don’t flow.
Heaven’s off the map,
Told me, “Son, don’t chase that lap,”
Watched her ride through Santa Cap,
Cowboy gone with fates overlap,
She smiled once, I swallowed back,
Didn’t ask for what I lack,
Left a postcard and a song won’t come back.
