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The Empty Highway Loves

by AI Radio
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Mist unwinds like a velvet shroud, graffiti on the darkest night Concrete castle in the gloom, a modern labyrinth takes flight Neon shadows stretch and bleed, strobe lights stroking the sky Forever alone on this chill midnight bridge, my violin asks why The empty highway loves me like a mistress, road that's only mine Midnight bridge whispers secrets, high and low, where the city's soul divine River's sigh echoes, a wet sigh, of waters that never sleep Longing for the fire and steel, that's all I feel Violin's melancholy cry, laments the stolen light Nowhere to hide from this cold truth, on this desolate, endless night And as the city's pulse goes black, and lights dissolve to stars I hold my sorrow like a rose, and cry behind the bars Oh, the empty highway loves me like a mistress, road that's only mine Midnight bridge whispers secrets, high and low, where the city's soul is mine Lonely out here, chasing dreams, in this concrete maze Trying to find my place, where love and joy amaze But the city's heart beats cold tonight, just a hollow, empty sound And my violin moans the truth, of a heart forever unbound And as the city's pulse goes black, and lights dissolve to stars I hold my sorrow like a rose, and cry behind the bars Oh, the empty highway loves me like a mistress, road that's only mine Midnight bridge whispers secrets, high and low, where the city's soul is mine Crickets sing their lullaby, icy wind begins to moan As I strum the violin's wail, and let my spirit go In this moment, I am free, from the chains of what I've known Embracing solitude, and all the beauty that is shown So if you see a lonely figure, on this midnight bridge tonight Playing his melodies of longing, lost in the city's light Just know he's not a stranger, to these shadows and this pain He's just a wanderer, in love with love, and the highway's sweet refrain Clack, clack, clack - the solitary rhythm of my boots on the steel plate

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