War & Peace

War & Peace Out where the plains run wide, under skies of gray, I’m ridin’ through the dust, where the brave slip away. Pierre’s got his head in the stars, chasin’ what’s true, Got dreams bigger than this town, but he’s searchin’ for clues. There’s a storm brewin’ out there, cannons echo low, Folks holdin’ tight to their hearts, where the cold winds blow. Natasha’s out dancin’, her smile lights the night, But love’s a wild river, and it’s pullin’ her out of sight. (Chorus) Chasin’ shadows over Borodino, where the heart don’t stay, Lookin’ for a truth that’s bigger than the pain along the way. Through the fire and the fall, I’m reachin’ for the stars, Is it peace I’m huntin’, or just healin’ these scars? (Verse 2) Pierre’s sittin’ quiet, with a bottle and a sigh, Askin’ why the world keeps turnin’, why the good ones die. He’s seen the smoke rise high, where the brave took their stand, Out on Borodino’s fields, with blood on the land. Natasha’s laugh is fadin’, like a song in the rain, She loved a wanderer once, but he left her with pain. Every road’s a memory, every mile’s a fight, We’re all just searchin’ for a spark in the night. (Chorus) Chasin’ shadows over Borodino, where the heart don’t stay, Lookin’ for a truth that’s bigger than the pain along the way. Through the fire and the fall, I’m reachin’ for the stars, Is it peace I’m huntin’, or just healin’ these scars? (Bridge) The sails catch the wind, the horizon’s a flame, A treasure’s out there callin’, but it don’t have a name. Is it a home I’ve lost, or a dream I can’t hold? Or just a tale of the brave, in the stories they told? (Verse 3) Now the dust has settled, but the heart still roams, Pierre’s found his quiet, but he’s far from home. Natasha’s in the moonlight, singin’ soft and low, Of a world that’s been broken, where the wild ones go. (Chorus) Chasin’ shadows over Borodino, where the heart don’t stay, Lookin’ for a truth that’s bigger than the pain along the way. Through the fire and the fall, I’m reachin’ for the stars, Is it peace I’m huntin’, or just healin’ these scars? (Outro) So I’ll ride through the night, where the wild winds moan, Past Borodino’s ghosts, where the seeds were sown. Maybe I’ll find it, that spark or that dream, On this lonesome road, where the heart’s set free 03:58/ 03:58