Where the old roads end..

Where the old roads end..
Where the lost lights bend...
Rain on the wires,
Gold in the glass,
Ghosts in the tires—
Let the night pass.

[Verse 1 – 16 bars]
I found your face in a roadside glow,
Same quiet flame from a life ago.
You held your glass like a secret door,
Half of a smile, then a little more.
My coat wore rain, my hands wore years,
My jokes came cheap, like souvenir tears.
You said, “Still singing?” I said, “When paid.”
We laughed like thieves at the mess we made.
Outside, the trucks drew lines through the dark,
Inside, your eyes found one stubborn spark.
The old jukebox swallowed someone’s tune,
A rusted heart beneath a paper moon.
I’d crossed every border to prove I was free,
But every road kept returning to me.
Then you touched the scar by my wedding-ring hand—
And the whole room turned to forgotten land.

[Chorus – 8 bars]
We still glow where the old roads end,
Where the broken white lines bend.
No map, no lie, no need to pretend—
We still glow where the old roads end.
If dawn comes down, let it find us slow,
Two tired sparks in the afterglow.
I lost the world, but I found you again—
We still glow where the old roads end.

[Verse 2 – 16 bars]
I told you cities had changed their names,
The crowds got younger, I played the same.
One guitar burned, one drummer got clean,
One dream got rich selling nicotine.
I learned how applause leaves nothing behind,
Just smoke in the lungs and a ring in the mind.
You asked, “Were you happy?” I watched the rain
Thread silver needles through every pane.
I said, “Happy’s a word for a cheaper song,”
You said, “You always knew when you were wrong.”
Your laugh cut clean through the armour I wore,
Like morning slipping beneath a door.
The rebel got grey, the cynic got thin,
But the boy you once kissed still rattled within.
So I laid my keys by your hand on the bar—
For once, I had nowhere better or far.

[Chorus – 8 bars]
We still glow where the old roads end,
Where the broken white lines bend.
No map, no lie, no need to pretend—
We still glow where the old roads end.
If dawn comes down, let it find us slow,
Two tired sparks in the afterglow.
I lost the world, but I found you again—
We still glow where the old road end.