The story
He rides toward quiet, but the fences still close in.
He reaches for the saddle like it can steady what won’t stay still, tightening straps against a day that keeps pulling loose. The horse stands ready, the road waits open, and he chases a kind of peace that feels just out of range. Every mile promises relief, then leaves him with the same ache in the dust.
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Lyrics
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