Gone
Chasing Winds of Change: Blayne Clower's Evocative Journey
Lyrics
Well, I'm gone, honey, gone like the wind
Expressing departure, likening it to the swiftness of the wind.
Leave a wild trail of dust, every road seems to end
Leaving behind a noticeable and chaotic trail, with a sense of finality in every journey.
Well, the days slip on by and I'm tired of being alone
Reflecting on the passing of time and a desire to end the solitude experienced.
Turn on the page, it starts a new day
Turning a new page metaphorically, starting a fresh day or chapter in life.
You put on those boots and get gone
Encouraging someone to move forward decisively, symbolized by putting on boots and leaving.
The faint morning light, it gets me feeling just right
Feeling a positive shift in mood with the soft light of the morning.
Still hurting from being alone
Continuing to experience emotional pain from being alone.
And I'll wait to find this love has gone blind
Waiting for love but realizing it may be fading or losing its clarity.
How the hell am I to carry on
Expressing frustration about how to continue in the absence of love.
And I'll count the days, still stuck in this haze
Counting the passing days while feeling stuck in a confused or unclear state.
Lord knows I'm still hanging on
Despite difficulties, holding on to hope and persevering.
Well, I'm gone, honey, gone like the wind
Reiterating the departure, emphasizing the swiftness and inevitability of it.
Leave a wild trail of dust, every road seems to end
Repeating the idea of leaving behind a chaotic trail and reaching the end of every road.
Well, the days slip on by and I'm tired of being alone
Re-emphasizing the passage of time and weariness from solitude.
I'm gone
A declarative statement affirming the departure.
I waste away all the day, need some time to rearrange
Acknowledging a need for self-reflection and reorganization during the day.
I worry about trouble, I can't seem to change
Expressing concern about persistent troubles that seem resistant to change.
Losing all hope, I wish I had some control
Feeling a loss of control and a diminishing sense of hope.
Now I sit back and wonder why I carry on
Reflecting on the reasons for persisting in a situation despite uncertainties.
And I'm gone, gone like the wind
Repeating the departure motif, highlighting its swiftness and inevitability.
Leave a wild trail of dust, and every road seems to end
Reiterating the chaotic trail left behind and the perceived end of every road.
Well, the days slip on by and I'm tired of being alone
Re-emphasizing the passage of time and weariness from solitude.
Baby, I'm gone
Addressing someone, possibly the cause of the departure, affirming the finality of leaving.
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