Roy Dawson isn’t just another singer-songwriter—he’s cut from the cloth of rock legends. The kind of cloth that smells like bar smoke, sweat, and American grit. The kind of cloth soaked in heartache, highway miles, and hand-written lyrics on paper napkins—torn and stuffed in back pockets after a long set at a dive bar somewhere between nowh

There’s a deep, unspoken truth in the quiet moments when you find yourself standing alone, feeling low, perhaps forgotten. You see, when the world seems indifferent and those around you seem caught in their own lives, it’s easy to feel like you’ve been left behind, a shadow on the edge of the world. But in those moments, when no one else seem