The Shadows That Call My Name

I walked down streets where the sun forgot,
With pockets full of ashes and whiskey shots.
My footsteps whisper what my soul once hid,
No one saw me cry — but the wind sure did.

I loved with a fire that time put to sleep,
Kept torn-up letters that no one should keep.
There’s a room in my chest where the past still burns,
And each note I play makes the silence return.

'Cause there are shadows that call my name,
In empty bars, through smoke and shame.
Though pain split me like a mighty oak,
There's still a blues line I never broke…
Yeah, there’s still a blues… that calls my name.

I had friends the silence laid to rest,
Faces that whiskey erased from my chest.
But their voices live in these strings I bend,
Like ghosts that dance when the record ends.

If you see my scars, don’t look away,
They’re maps of wars where I lost my way.
Each wound sings a song of its own,
And all of them lead me back home…

…to the place where I bled truth alone.

Yes, there are shadows that call my name,
Like broken vows soaked in flame.
And though the world forgets me each night,
I'll be that guitar with no one to claim,
Still crying my blues… under starless light.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be nothing but smoke,
But this song…
This song…
Will be my shelter… and my oath.