[Intro]
Soft rumble, quiet streets at dawn, a lone clock sighs low
[Verse 1]
Riley drags a memory through the rain, through coffee and last cigarette ash
His hands wear stories like old blues leather, scars mapped in a secret stash
He talks to his shadow, forgives a little, then blames the night for what it shown
In the mirror, a stubborn heartbeat whispers, you’ve come too far to lose the throne
[Pre-Chorus]
But the weight stays heavy, and the room keeps spinning slow
[Chorus]
Riley, tell me what you’re fighting for, when dawn steals your thunder and the city yawns
Riley, pour out the ache you’ve worn on your sleeve, let it leak into the songs
Riley, iron nerves and whiskey chrome, you walk the line between want and weathered bones
Riley, stay up and listen: your heart is a drumless bell calling you home
[Verse 2]
A waitress with a smile like a taper candle sees through the smoke of apologies
He decorates his truth with quiet humor, but the punchline hits him with memories
He dodges the past the way rain dodges a streetlamp, never quite out of sight
Inside his chest a stubborn engine hums, begging for mercy, begging for light
[Pre-Chorus]
Still the room tilts, but his eyes stay brave, refusing to let go
[Chorus]
Riley, tell me what you’re fighting for, when dawn steals your thunder and the city yawns
Riley, pour out the ache you’ve worn on your sleeve, let it leak into the songs
Riley, iron nerves and whiskey chrome, you walk the line between want and weathered bones
Riley, stay up and listen: your heart is a drumless bell calling you home
[Bridge]
He dreams of a quiet harbor where the weather remembers to forgive
But morning borrows the shoreline, and Riley learns to row with hands that live
[Chorus]
Riley, tell me what you’re fighting for, when dawn steals your thunder and the city yawns
Riley, pour out the ache you’ve worn on your sleeve, let it leak into the songs
Riley, iron nerves and whiskey chrome, you walk the line between want and weathered bones
Riley, stay up and listen: your heart is a drumless bell calling you home
[Outro]
The night folds soft, Riley rests in a weathered truth, breathing steady and awake
The streetlight hums a lullaby for the weary, and hope lingers in the choices he makes
