The story
He keeps reaching for a past that still smells like leather.
He rides through memories of worn reins, dusty boots, and a saddle that fits better than any future does. The radio hums low while he looks back at the days that felt simpler, before the road got longer and the nights got colder, and he cannot decide whether he misses the horse or the life that left with it.
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Lyrics
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