Track Insight / Lyrics
Got my worn-out boots and dusty hat,
Hop a bus to where the gamblers chat.
Red lights flashing, shadows dance,
A symphony of chance, a second chance.
Red river calling, a siren's song,
Promises of fortune, right or wrong.
Neon river, a fever dream,
Lost in the lights, it would seem.
Card sharks dealing, dice rolling fast,
Faces pale, secrets amassed.
Whiskey burning, roulette spins,
The river whispers, "What it begins..."
Red river calling, a siren's song,
Promises of fortune, right or wrong.
Neon river, a fever dream,
Lost in the lights, it would seem.
Camera clickin', capturing the night,
A story unfolding, bathed in light.
Lonely shadows, faces fleeting,
Moments captured, memories repeating.
Down by the river, where dreams take flight,
Lost in the neon, a starlit night.
The river flows, a constant rhyme,
Washing away secrets, one fleeting time.
Gambling ghosts and neon hues,
A river of longing, born of blues.
A tapestry woven, with threads so fine,
Lost in the rhythm, of this riverine.
Red river calling, a siren's song,
Promises of fortune, right or wrong.
Neon river, a fever dream,
Lost in the lights, it would seem.
