Rain in My Soul
By Ilya Chervony · American Chanson
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Midnight road, I roll alone
Four bald tires and a broken phone
Coffee’s cold, the dash light’s low
A man gets used to drivin' slow
I passed a truck stop just past Macon Bend
Saw an old man wave like he knew where I'd been
He had road in his eyes, and smoke in his grin
Said, “Son, the storm don’t end — it just moves in”
There’s rain in my soul, and it won’t dry up
Every mile I ride just fills my cup
The sky stays dark, and the night feels cold
But the road keeps callin'
And the rain won't fold
Got no map, got no name
Just a tank of gas and a heart full of blame
Old guitar in the back of the seat
But I don’t sing much when the pain runs deep
Maybe someday I’ll find a sign
A little light, or a painted line
But for now I ride with the ghost of me
And the rain that no one sees
There’s rain in my soul, and thunder too
Can’t run from things that follow you
The wheels keep turnin’, the story’s old
Just me and the highway
And the rain in my soul