Midnight at Stallions Bar - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[Verse] The swinging doors catch a splinter of the noon Where the shadows stretch long across the floor Dust is dancing in a shaft of golden light While the ghosts are leaning hard against the door The clock is stuck on a minute from the past And the brass rail is cold beneath my hand I came looking for a face I used to know In a corner of this hollowed-out land [Verse] The scent of cedar and the sting of cheap rye Mix with the stories that nobody tells A picture of a stallion hangs above the shelf Ringing silent like those iron-heavy bells Men with road maps etched into their brows Sit in silence watching bubbles rise and fall There is a silence that can swallow up a life Echoing between the plaster and the wall [Chorus] Oh the Stallions is a stable for the lost Where the pedigree is written in the grit The price of the saddle is the only cost For a candle that has finally been lit Through the smoke and the glass and the grey We are riding just to stay in the same place Tied to a hitching post at the end of the day Looking for a spark of forgotten grace [Verse] I saw a woman with a locket made of tin Polishing a memory until it started to shine She said the highway is a snake that sheds its skin Leaving us behind the crooked white line The piano is missing half its ivory teeth But it grins like a gambler in the dark There is a reservoir of longing underneath Waiting for a single rubbing of a spark [Chorus] Oh the Stallions is a stable for the lost Where the pedigree is written in the grit The price of the saddle is the only cost For a candle that has finally been lit Through the smoke and the glass and the grey We are riding just to stay in the same place Tied to a hitching post at the end of the day Looking for a spark of forgotten grace [Chorus] Oh the Stallions is a stable for the lost Where the pedigree is written in the grit The price of the saddle is the only cost For a candle that has finally been lit Through the smoke and the glass and the grey We are riding just to stay in the same place Tied to a hitching post at the end of the day Looking for a spark of forgotten grace

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