Ghost Of Old Highways

Most of this is a maybe

There ain't no perfect plan

All along i've been keeping on the run

From how it began

With tears like the eyes of a baby

And love like a sinking sand

Everybody's got an axe to grind

But mine done slipped through my hands

Now i have seen the face

On the ghost of old highways

I tried to tell you but it's no use

So what am i doing here

Where every beauty hides a truth

Like dust on a chandelier

And nothing knows temptation

Like the edge of a blade

Where all i ever wanted

Was to see your face

When i reach my dying day

Now i have seen the ghosts

All the ghosts of old highways

And heaven knows i don't

Want them to come and take me away

The business end of the barrel

Smoking like the mouth of the sun

There's no danger like a knot in a noose

Slowly coming undone

It's never easy when it comes so quick

I couldn't ever make the comfort stick

And everybody wants to know the trick

But no, no, no,

There ain't one

So if it's not too late

I won't make them wait

On that old Highway

All i have

I will give away

On that old highway