Ghost Towns

I made my peace with how things have got to be now White-knuckle grip on the wheel It's high time I get this show on the road -- all alone -- good luck from here on out I understand but that doesn't mean it doesn't keep me up at night Warm engine push me along, need to find myself a new place, forgive her face, Turn this wrong back into alright. Every ghost town looks like paradise to me Within every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your misery I just can't actually believe this is happening I misplaces my hope, I left it in the foreign alleyways I roam I care so much more than she knows But that don't make a damn bit of difference now It's stunning how I made it back home Every ghost town look a like paradise to me Within every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your misery I just can't actually believe this is happening