These Days In An Open Book

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 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 can 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 backroads 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 Folded hand of grace Against these times