Ghost Lines in the Dust

Dust keeps swirling down the canyon road

Golden sunset staining every heavy load

I trace the creases, stories carved and worn

On hands that taught me how to weather every storm

All the echoes on the mesa

Riding with the wind, I chase ya

I remember the shape of your hands in the sun

Lines like dry riverbeds, scarred but never undone

Every callus is a promise, every mark a map

As I try to retrace you down every restless track

Your laughter underneath a battered brim

Legacy drifting, just a ghostly hymn

Knuckles twisted, but strong as ancient stone

Guided me through country I'd never known

All the echoes on the mesa

Riding with the wind, I chase ya

I remember the shape of your hands in the sun

Lines like dry riverbeds, scarred but never undone

Every callus is a promise, every mark a map

As I try to retrace you down every restless track

Memory flickers where the wild horses run

You built this life with open palms and callused thumbs

Now when I reach for comfort, all I find is sand

But I won't forget how to draw your hand

I remember the shape of your hands in the sun

Lines like dry riverbeds, scarred but never undone

Every callus is a promise, every mark a map

As I try to retrace you down every restless trackIn every sunrise out on this land

I’m tracing again the ghost lines of your hands