(Nanci Griffith)
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Shut it down and call this road a day
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And put this silence in my heart in a better place
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I have traveled with your ghost now so many years
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That I see you in the shadows
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In hotel rooms and headlights
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You're coming up beside me
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Whether it's day or night
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[Chorus:]
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These days my life is an open book
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Missing pages I cannot seem to find
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These days your face
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In my memory
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Is in a folded hand of grace against these times
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No one's ever come between your memory and me
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I have driven this weary vessel here alone
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Will you still find me if I leave you here beside this road
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Cuz' I need someone who can touch me
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Who'll put no one above me
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Someone who needs me
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Like the air he breathes
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge:]
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I can't remember where this toll road goes
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Maybe it's Fort Worth, maybe it's a heart of gold
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The price of love is such a heavy toll
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That I've lived my life in the backroads
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With your love in my pocket
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If I spend the love you gave me
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Tell me where will it go?
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[Chorus]
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These days your face
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In my memory
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Is in a folded hand of grace
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Folded hand of grace
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Folded hand of grace
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Against these times
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These Days In An Open Book
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| Nanci Griffith |
