Fated to Be Dying in the Sand

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[Verse 1]
I found him slumped against his busted pickup
Where the desert night wind howled across the plain.
He was trembling, voice a ragged whisper,
Said, “Stranger, could you help me ease this pain?”
His eyes were fixed somewhere far beyond the headlights,
He held a worn-out locket in his hand.
Through every labored breath he gently told me,
“There’s someone back at home who needs to understand.”

[Chorus]
Take my last words down that open road,
And lay ’em on the doorstep of the one I love so.
Tell her though I wandered, I never let her go,
And these dusty dreams were all for us,
Even if they never could unfold.
Don’t let my memory fade with the setting sun—
Please, carry my love where it truly belongs.

[Verse 2]
He spoke of nights in neon-blazing taverns,
Of broken promises to pay the bills.
“I tried to make a name in every honky-tonk town,
But the cost was more than any dream could fill.
I left her waiting by the front porch light,
Always hoping I’d come walking back someday.
Now fate found me lying in the moonlit sand,
Before I ever got to show her I could change.”

[Chorus]
Take my last words down that open road,
And lay ’em on the doorstep of the one I love so.
Tell her though I wandered, I never let her go,
And these dusty dreams were all for us,
Even if they never could unfold.
Don’t let my memory fade with the setting sun—
Please, carry my love where it truly belongs.

[Chorus]
Take my last words down that open road,
And lay ’em on the doorstep of the one I love so.
Tell her though I wandered, I never let her go,
And these dusty dreams were all for us,
Even if they never could unfold.
Don’t let my memory fade with the setting sun—
Please, carry my love where it truly belongs.

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