These Days in an Open Book
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 now 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
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
Cuz' I need someone who can touch me
Who'll put no one above me
Someone who needs me
Like the air he breathes
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
I can't remember where this toll road goes
Maybe it's Fort Worth maybe it's 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
Tell me, where will it go?
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
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
And put this silence in my heart in a better place
I have traveled with your ghost now 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
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
Cuz' I need someone who can touch me
Who'll put no one above me
Someone who needs me
Like the air he breathes
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
I can't remember where this toll road goes
Maybe it's Fort Worth maybe it's 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
Tell me, where will it go?
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
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
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Writer(s): Nanci Griffith
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