Most of this is a maybe
There ain't no perfect plan
All along I've been keeping on the run
From how it began
With tears like the eyes of a baby
And love like a sinking sand
Everybody's got an axe to grind
But mine done slipped through my hands
Now I have seen the face
On the ghost of old highways

I tried to tell you but it's no use
So what am I doing here
Where every beauty hides a truth
Like dust on a chandelier
And nothing knows temptation
Like the edge of a blade
Where all I ever wanted
Was to see your face
When I reach my dying day

Now I have seen the ghosts
All the ghosts of old highways
And heaven knows I don't
Want them to come and take me away

The business end of the barrel
Smoking like the mouth of the sun
There's no danger like a knot in a noose
Slowly coming undone
It's never easy when it comes so quick
I couldn't ever make the comfort stick
And everybody wants to know the trick
But no, no, no,
There ain't one

So if it's not too late
I won't make them wait
On that old Highway
All I have
I will give away
On that old highway