Worn Boots Lonesome

Soft shadows, shadows on the wall Echoes calling me I remember the creek or the wooden floor you laughed at Filling the empty airhands and erstwhile We dreamed of forever without a care But the day slipped away like river stones And I packed my bag with a heavy heart Left the porch burning through the night Chasing horizons that tore us apart Oh the road it pulls me under warm boots And a lonesome thunder but your voice still haunts My weary soul in the quiet I'll never hold home There's a ghost in the rearview mirror Is the ache I carry here? Miles unwind like forgotten thread I see your face in the passing rain I see your face in the passing rain Hear your face in the passing rain In the winds thin keen, family ties frayed By the endless pulled traditions Fading like morning dew Resilience carved in these calloused hands But every step leads back to you Oh the road it pulls me under warm boots And a lonesome thunder but your voice still haunts My weary soul in the quiet Oh, the road, it pulls me under warm boots I'll never hold home Is a ghost in the rearview mirror Is the ache I carry here? What if I turned around tonight Let the dust settle What if I turned around tonight Embrace the fight against the wanderlust that breaks the bone Find the strength, the strength to rebuild our throne No more running from the heart's true calling The stillness, I'll face it all I'll never hold home Is a ghost in the rearview mirror Is the ache I carry here? Soft shadows on the wall Shadows on the wall Soft shadows on the wall April's cold April's cold April's cold April's cold April's cold April's cold April's cold April's cold April's cold April's cold