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