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#CountryRock #ModernRock #FindYourself Sometimes space isn’t soft. Sometimes it’s dust, wind, and open sky. “Dust in My Lungs” is a gritty country rock song about stepping away — not to escape life, but to reconnect with it. It’s about noise, expectation, performance. And the moment you realize you’ve been fitting into rooms that were never built for you. This isn’t romantic road-trip nostalgia. It’s independence with dirt under your nails. It’s choosing clarity over comfort. Sometimes you don’t need answers. You just need air. Lyrics by TheArtofHeart Music created with the support of AI (Suno) All rights reserved. 🎵 LYRICS I’ve been talking too much just to fill the air, nodding at things I don’t even care. Been standing in rooms where the walls feel tight, everybody loud but nothing right. So I step outside without a scene, just gravel under boots and gasoline. I need dust in my lungs, wind in my face. Not running from life — just finding my place. No map in my hand, no script to rehearse. Just open road and a little less noise in my head. I need dust in my lungs. I’ve been bending myself to fit the frame, laughing on cue, answering to my name. But there’s a stretch of sky past the neon light, where silence hits and it feels right. No slammed doors, no goodbye. Just tail lights fading into wide open sky. I need dust in my lungs, wind in my face. Not running from life — just finding my place. No map in my hand, no script to rehearse. Just open road and a little less noise in my head. I need dust in my lungs. Maybe space ain’t soft, maybe it’s steel. Maybe it’s the only way to know what’s real. No spotlight burning, no crowd to please. Just heartbeat steady in the trees. I need dust in my lungs, blood in the drive. If I don’t feel the ground, I’m barely alive. No borrowed lines, no borrowed stance. Just dirt on my hands and a fighting chance. I need dust in my lungs. Engine turns. I breathe. #RockWithEdge #IndieCountryRock #AuthenticMusic #OpenRoad #NewRock #GrittySound #OriginalSong