Blues Lounge Music, Whiskey Blues, блюз-рок, Музыка для завтрака Streetlight Shadows

A yellow streetlight cuts across the floor
I don't expect nobody at my door
My shoes are off, the television's blind
I'm slowly untangling the wires of my mind
I spent the daytime wearing out my soles
Chasing after dimes, falling into holes
But when the sun goes down, I reclaim my space
Wipe the city dust right off my face
And the streetlight shadows paint a masterpiece
Giving my troubled soul a sweet release
It's just me and the quiet, making amends
This is where the heartache finally ends
Yeah, this is where the heartache finally ends
Sometimes silence is the loudest friend you've got
Telling you the truths that you forgot
And the streetlight shadows paint a masterpiece
Giving my troubled soul a sweet release
It's just me and the quiet, making amends
This is where the heartache finally ends
Yeah, this is where the heartache finally ends