[00:00.000] 作词 : Elara Hale
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Elara Hale
[00:09.973] [Intro]
[00:09.973] Banjo strings hum in the quiet air,
[00:14.468] Electric whispers, a ghostly prayer.
[00:18.462] Dust rises where the wheat once grew,
[00:21.718] Here I stand, lost, but coming back to you.
[00:30.526] [Verse 1]
[00:30.526] The city lights still burn in my eyes,
[00:33.909] But the farmhouse shadow calls, it never lies.
[00:38.457] I traded my boots for a shiny pair,
[00:42.247] Now they’re worn, just like my soul, beyond repair.
[00:50.111] [Pre-Chorus]
[00:50.111] Oh, the roads they twist, the roads they turn,
[00:54.394] Through the smoke and the ash, I yearn.
[00:58.563] For the roots that held, the roots that bind,
[01:02.712] To the heart of the land, I left behind.
[01:06.255] [Chorus]
[01:06.255] Rust and roots, they pull me home,
[01:12.905] Through the fields where the wild winds roam.
[01:17.313] The banjo cries, the guitar screams,
[01:21.223] In this broken land, I find my dreams.
[01:34.101] [Verse 2]
[01:34.101] The barn’s a skeleton, the tractor’s rust,
[01:38.023] Memories of harvests, turned to dust.
[01:42.047] I hear my father’s voice in the whispering pines,
[01:46.376] Telling me it’s time to draw the lines.
[01:53.701] [Pre-Chorus]
[01:53.701] Oh, the roads they twist, the roads they turn,
[01:57.985] Through the smoke and the ash, I yearn.
[02:02.154] For the roots that held, the roots that bind,
[02:06.303] To the heart of the land, I left behind.
[02:12.861] [Chorus]
[02:12.861] Rust and roots, they pull me home,
[02:16.436] Through the fields where the wild winds roam.
[02:20.824] The banjo cries, the guitar screams,
[02:24.734] In this broken land, I find my dreams.
[02:37.152] [Bridge]
[02:37.152] The city’s a stranger, the farm’s a friend,
[02:41.941] In the end, it’s the roots that mend.
[02:45.478] The past is a shadow, the future’s a flame,
[02:49.308] But the land, it calls, it knows my name.
[02:55.867] [Chorus]
[02:55.867] Rust and roots, they pull me home,
[02:59.441] Through the fields where the wild winds roam.
[03:03.869] The banjo cries, the guitar screams,
[03:07.819] In this broken land, I find my dreams.
[03:20.756] [Outro]
[03:20.756] Banjo strings hum in the quiet air,
[03:25.097] Electric whispers, a ghostly prayer.
[03:29.074] Dust settles where the wheat once grew,
[03:32.329] Here I stand, found, coming back to you.

作词 : Elara Hale
作曲 : Elara Hale

Banjo strings hum in the quiet air,
Electric whispers, a ghostly prayer.
Dust rises where the wheat once grew,
Here I stand, lost, but coming back to you.

The city lights still burn in my eyes,
But the farmhouse shadow calls, it never lies.
I traded my boots for a shiny pair,
Now they’re worn, just like my soul, beyond repair.

Oh, the roads they twist, the roads they turn,
Through the smoke and the ash, I yearn.
For the roots that held, the roots that bind,
To the heart of the land, I left behind.

Rust and roots, they pull me home,
Through the fields where the wild winds roam.
The banjo cries, the guitar screams,
In this broken land, I find my dreams.

The barn’s a skeleton, the tractor’s rust,
Memories of harvests, turned to dust.
I hear my father’s voice in the whispering pines,
Telling me it’s time to draw the lines.

Oh, the roads they twist, the roads they turn,
Through the smoke and the ash, I yearn.
For the roots that held, the roots that bind,
To the heart of the land, I left behind.

Rust and roots, they pull me home,
Through the fields where the wild winds roam.
The banjo cries, the guitar screams,
In this broken land, I find my dreams.

The city’s a stranger, the farm’s a friend,
In the end, it’s the roots that mend.
The past is a shadow, the future’s a flame,
But the land, it calls, it knows my name.

Rust and roots, they pull me home,
Through the fields where the wild winds roam.
The banjo cries, the guitar screams,
In this broken land, I find my dreams.

Banjo strings hum in the quiet air,
Electric whispers, a ghostly prayer.
Dust settles where the wheat once grew,
Here I stand, found, coming back to you.