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“The Cattle Road” (Verse 1) Every Friday night, the lights go low, We gather where the jukebox glows, Stories spill like whiskey down our throats, Half of us in love, half just ghosts. Laughter dances under neon skies, Hearts collide, and no one lies, Someone whispers, “let’s get lost tonight,” And the bar just hums, alive with life. (Chorus) But I don’t wanna walk your cattle road, Where the hearts get sold, and the nights corrode, I don’t wanna stay at the height of your hips, Where love fades out with every kiss. No, I don’t wanna walk your cattle road, I’d rather drown in the stories we’ve told. (Verse 2) We talk of dreams we’ll never chase, Of names we’ll forget, of hearts we’ll replace, The city sleeps, the moon looks bored, We’re kings and fools of our own accord. He says he’s found another ride, A stranger’s car, a darker side, But I light my smoke and shake my head, “Not tonight, I’ll stay instead.” (Chorus) ‘Cause I don’t wanna walk your cattle road, Where the hearts get sold, and the nights corrode, I don’t wanna stay at the height of your hips, Where the fire burns, but nothing sticks. No, I don’t wanna walk your cattle road, I’d rather drown in the songs we wrote. (Bridge) Maybe love’s a game, maybe we all cheat, Maybe freedom’s found between the sheets, But when the morning kills the glow, You’ll walk that road alone, I know. (Final Chorus) I don’t wanna walk your cattle road, I’ve seen the faces, the hearts implode, I don’t wanna stay at the height of your hips, I’m fine right here, with my half-drunken lips. No, I don’t wanna walk your cattle road, I’ll keep my soul where the laughter flows. (Outro) Every Friday night, we drink, we cope, And toast to friends and the fools of hope, While someone disappears down that road again… The cattle road — where stories end.