Shut it down and call this road a day
And put this silence in my heart in a better place
I have traveled with your ghost now for so many years
That I see you in the shadows in hotel rooms and headlights
You're coming up beside me whether it's day or night

These days my life is an open book
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
These days your face in my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times

No one's ever come between your memory and me
I have driven this weary vessel here alone
Will you still find me if I leave you here beside this road
'Cause' I need someone who touch me, who'll put no one above me
Someone who needs me like the air he breathes

These days my life is an open book
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
These days your face in my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times

I can't remember where this toll road goes
Maybe it's Fort Worth, maybe it's a heart of gold
The price of love is such a heavy toll
That I've lived my life in the back-roads
With your love in my pocket
If I spend the love you gave me
Tell me where will it go?

These days my life is an open book
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
These days your face in my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times

These days your face in my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace
Folded hand of grace (against these times)
Folded hand of grace (against these times)
Against these times