歌詞
[Verse]
In a small town bar where dreams were born,
Sat an tired old man alone, weary and worn.
With his guitar in hand, and a tear in his eye,
He prayed for a God, beneath the dark blue sky.
[Verse]
His fingers danced upon those rusty strings,
Telling stories of love and stories of broken things.
But the world gone mad, it had left this man alone,
He'd lost his place, and all that he've ever known.
[Chorus]
This is the last melody, the last song he'll ever sing,
While tears fall down, dripping, on them rusty strings.
Gone are the days when his voice would ignite, all of the love that he feels inside.
Now his soul fly high in the dark blue sky, in the summer night
[Verse]
Now the old man's gone, the scene stays empty cold.
All that's left is the memories of the stories he told.
His final chord hangs in the air, a story left untold.
The silence lingers where he stood, a memory growing cold.
[Chorus]
This is the last melody, the last song he'll ever sing,
While tears fall down, dripping, on them rusty strings.
Gone are the days when his voice would ignite, all of the love that he feels inside.
Now his soul fly high in the dark blue sky, in the summer night
[Bridge]
His song echoes in the stillness, a question to the night,
Did he find solace in the music, did it offer guiding light?
Though his journey may be over, his spirit finds its rest,
A final, fading melody laid upon the heavens' breast.
[Chorus]
This is the last melody, the last song he'll ever sing,
While tears fall down, dripping, on them rusty strings.
Gone are the days when his voice would ignite, all of the love that he feels inside.
Now his soul fly high in the dark blue sky, in the summer night
[Chorus]
This is the last melody, the last song he'll ever sing,
While tears fall down, dripping, on them rusty strings.
Gone are the days when his voice would ignite, all of the love that he feels inside.
Now his soul fly high in the dark blue sky, in the summer night
This is the last melody, the last song he'll ever sing,
While tears fall down, dripping, on them rusty strings.
Gone are the days when his voice would ignite, all of the love that he feels inside.
Now his soul fly high in the dark blue sky, in the summer night
