Old Tune (III) - Conrad Mortiss
Too many worries on my mind tonight
Like a heavy rain that won't take flight
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
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, enveloped, shadows follow
I can't deny the echoes linger, they never fade
A hollow past, an empty future, maybe some hope in sight
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 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
