(Nanci Griffith)

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 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


Chorus
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
Cux I need someone who can touch me

Who'll put no one above me
Someone who needs me
Like the air he breathes


Chorus


I can't remember where this toll road goes
Maybe it's Fort Worth or 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

Tel me, where will it go?

Chorus


These days your face
In my memory

Is in a folded hand of grace
You're a folded hand of grace
You're in a folded hand of grace

Against these times