Midnight on the Winding Trail

Lyrics

[INTRO] (soft fingerpicked guitar, brushed snare, slow hi‑hat) [VERSE 1] Dusty boots on an empty road, sun‑burnt horizon low, I hear the wind sing the same old tale of places we once knew. The old town church clock strikes an hour, echoing the old refrain, My heart keeps pacing to the rhythm of the empty train. [CHORUS] Midnight on the winding trail, we’re chasing the same old ghost, The night air carries memories that slip and fade, like smoke. With a sigh of a gravelly voice, I’m riding in the dark, And the echoing “oohs” from the hills keep pulling me back. [VERSE 2] A dusty road that never bends, a faded postcard in my hand, I trace the lines of the horizon, find the place I used to stand. The humming of the old bass, a slow beat that’s almost calm, The sound of the hi‑hat’s swing keeps me from getting out of my palm. [CHORUS] Midnight on the winding trail, we’re chasing the same old ghost, The night air carries memories that slip and fade, like smoke. With a sigh of a gravelly voice, I’m riding in the dark, And the echoing “oohs” from the hills keep pulling me back. [BRIDGE] The distant streetlamps flicker, and the road’s a lullaby, I’m singing a song that’s old and new, with a little funk inside. The rhythm is a low swing that drifts, a lull in the night’s calm, I find a small spark of hope, in the echo of a humming psalm. [CHORUS] Midnight on the winding trail, we’re chasing the same old ghost, The night air carries memories that slip and fade, like smoke. With a sigh of a gravelly voice, I’m riding in the dark, And the echoing “oohs” from the hills keep pulling me back. [OUTRO] (soft fade, a single chord, the last breath of a distant echo, fading into silence)