Текст песни
Morning comes quiet on a cold, pale wind
Fire's turned to ash, and the day rides in
Pull my coat tight years weigh me down
The only thing that knows me is this saddle I've found
No one waits at the bunkhouse door
Just dust and echoes on the cabin floor
Fence line's broken where the winters crawl
Cattle drift like shadows through the mesquite and all
Ain't no Sunday crowds, no rodeo lights
Just leather and silence and lonesome nights
I whisper to the bay like an old lost friend
The wind don't answer, the sky won't bend
Had brothers in the saddle once
Time takes more than it gives back
You start to wonder if the wind
Even knows you're still here
Out here, the dirt remembers boots from men who rode before
I ain't chasing glory, just a life I can't ignore
Where the wind knows my name, in a voice I can't command
Ain't much left to say when the saddle understands
Buried good friends by the cottonwood roots
Watched storms roll in like the harshest truths
Some left this life for a warm bed in town
Some faded like smoke when the sun went down
Me I kept ridin' with no plan in hand
Just a horse, a fire, and two rough hands
When the stars burn low and the coyotes sing
Every mile feels heavy like a broken wing
If the Good Lord calls, He'll find me quiet
Somewhere between the fences and the night
My name might fade, but the wind don't care
It just carries what was never meant to stay anywhere
Out here, the dirt remembers boots from men who rode before
I ain't chasing glory, just a life I can't ignore
Where the wind knows my name, in a voice I can't command
Ain't much left to say when the saddle understands
So I'll ride 'til the cold takes the fire from my veins
And let the wind and God be the only ones
Who remembers my name