The Ghost of Silver Pine

[Intro]
[Verse]
The reflectors are cracked on the blacktop tonight
I’m chasing the edge of the high-beam light
A sharp right turn where the pavement ends
Following the curve where the river bends
My coffee is cold and the radio’s dead
But I’ve got a story stuck in my head
[Pre-Chorus]
The pine-thick wind is calling my name
The midnight air is never the same
I’m burning the miles just to feel the spark
Of a legend we told back in the dark
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re running through the silver pine
Crossing over every border line
Looking for a ghost we used to know
Everywhere the wilder spirits go
It’s a reckless kind of holy grace
Searching for a half-remembered face
[Post-Chorus]
Stomp your feet on the floorboard wood
Things we never understood
Keep the fire in the engine bright
We’re never coming home tonight
[Verse]
Crumpled-up receipts on the passenger seat
Where the ghosts and the living meet
The banjo is rolling like a thunder cloud
The hum of the engine is singing out loud
I remember the bridge and the old oak tree
Where the shadow was waiting for me
[Pre-Chorus]
The pine-thick wind is calling my name
The midnight air is never the same
I’m burning the miles just to feel the spark
Of a legend we told back in the dark
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re running through the silver pine
Crossing over every border line
Looking for a ghost we used to know
Everywhere the wilder spirits go
It’s a reckless kind of holy grace
Searching for a half-remembered face
[Hook]
Found it in the gravel sound
Found it on the hallowed ground
Found it in the way I feel
With my hands upon the wheel
[Bridge]
I didn’t know what I was looking to find
Until I left the city far behind
It’s not about the haunt or the hollow sound
It’s about the magic in the muddy ground
We’re waking up the echoes in the hollow
With a path only the brave will follow
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re running through the silver pine
Crossing over every border line
Looking for a ghost we used to know
Everywhere the wilder spirits go
It’s a reckless kind of holy grace
Searching for a half-remembered face
[Post-Chorus]
Stomp your feet on the floorboard wood
Things we never understood
Keep the fire in the engine bright
We’re never coming home tonight
[Outro]