Backroad Ghosts

Two-lane highway, midnight rain,

Your old picture still sits in my frame.

I told my friends that I’m doing fine,

But I see your face every county line.

Got a half-full bottle and an empty seat,

Your side of the truck still smells like your perfume to me.

I keep driving like I’m running from the past,

But every mile just brings your memory back.

Yeah, I know

I should let you go,

But some things leave and never really leave your soul.

I’m chasing your shadow down a backroad tonight,

Talking to the moon like it knows why you said goodbye.

Got a heart full of scars and a head full of regrets,

Trying to drown your memory,

but it ain’t working yet.

If loving you was wrong,

I guess I learned the hard way,

Some hearts don’t heal,

they just learn how to break.

So I’ll keep these headlights burning till the morning shows,

Me, this old truck,

and a backroad ghost.

(ahhhh) I still know your number,

I just don’t call,

'Cause pride's the only thing I got left at all.

You found somebody, and I heard he’s good,

Guess he gives you everything I never could.

I been writing down feelings I don't ever say,

Turning pain into songs just to get through the day.

Everybody says time's gonna make it alright,

But time don't mean much at two in the morning sometimes.

Maybe someday I'll pass your town

And your name won't turn my whole world upside down.

Maybe I'll love somebody

and mean it when I say That I finally left you somewhere

in yesterday. But tonight I'm still sixteen miles from home,

And somehow feeling more alone

than I've ever known.

I’m chasing your shadow down a backroad tonight,

But for the first time,

I’m starting to see the light.

Got a heart full of scars,

but I’m learning to forget,

Some memories hurt, but they ain't finished with you yet.

If loving you was wrong,

I guess I learned the hard way,

But losing you don't mean I'll lose myself someday.

So I'll let these headlights carry me where they go,

Leave you in the dust with that backroad ghost.

Leave you in the dust...

With that backroad ghost.