The story
He keeps moving so he won’t hear his own thoughts.
He rides hard enough to make the spurs sing, but every mile only tightens the loop in his head. The town lights blur, the dust hangs behind him, and the quiet he outruns keeps getting closer. By the time he slows, the only thing left is the sting of staying still.
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Lyrics
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