Verse 1 I’m walking slowly down these roads of salt, the sea is whispering, like it’s calling my name. The lights from the bars flicker like distant beacons, and every memory comes knocking at my hands again. Verse 2 An old jukebox plays a rusty kind of blues, the night listens closely, it never betrays. A fisherman laughs, says “the wind knows the truth”, I only half believe him, but I like it that way. Chorus And I go… where the sky leans down on the sea, where time doesn’t feel the need to run. Roads of salt, stories better left untold, but I carry them with me, like a guitar that never stops playing. Verse 3 There’s a woman dancing in a faraway dream, dark eyes shining with a fate of her own. She tells me “stay a little longer”, but the train’s already waiting, and every goodbye is just another railway blues. Chorus And I go… where the sky leans down on the sea, where time doesn’t feel the need to run. Roads of salt, stories better left untold, but I carry them with me, like a guitar that never stops playing. Outro (spoken‑sung) And if tomorrow you come looking for me, I’ll be there… between the wind and the waves, chasing another story I haven’t written yet.