My soul, a lowdown train, on a one-track line,
The whistle blows weary, the engine heaves a sigh.
Ain’t no sunshine waitin’, just a faded sign,
Got the midnight rambles runnin’ ‘neath a teary eye.
The river runs black where my hopes used to flow,
Every note is a memory of a sweet thing gone.
The devil got my future, the Lord knows I’m low,
Just a hound dog howlin’ at a stone-cold dawn.
My heart, a string on an old guitar, snapped,
The bottle is empty, the blues are all I keep.
In the lonesome darkness, feelin’ trapped,
Just waitin’ for the silence while the whole world sleeps.







I swear it’s a very strange thing we are often on similar wavelengths interesting great write ❤️
Thank you, Brenda.