Left my heart in the red dirt clay
Where the wild wind blows my tears away
The screen door creaks in the evening breeze
An empty rocking chair beneath the trees
Your old silver watch is still ticking slow
But Iām standing here with nowhere to go
Left my heart in the red dirt clay
Where the wild wind blows my tears away
Time keeps moving like a midnight train
Washing over all this quiet pain
Left my heart in the red dirt clay
Where the wild wind blows my tears away
Just the dust and the clay...
Mm, gone away.