歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Gravel crunches under my boots Digging deep into these roots Steam rising from a chipped blue mug Giving that rusty frame a tug Sun-bleached decals on the hood Making sure the spark is good [Pre-Chorus] Beyond the gaskets and the gears Through the dust of thirty years I find the pieces left behind The little things people can't find [Chorus] I’m just a ghost in the glove box Tucking hope behind the locks A handwritten word on a yellow pad To turn around a day gone bad Scattered across the county line Without a name or a dollar sign Just a little grease and a lot of grace Driving 'round this quiet place [Verse] Found a list in a seat cushion crack Old Miller’s Chevy, painted black Needs a fuel pump and a prayer He’s got a heavy cross to bear So I slide a note where the maps are kept While the rest of the county slept [Chorus] I’m just a ghost in the glove box Tucking hope behind the locks A handwritten word on a yellow pad To turn around a day gone bad Scattered across the county line Without a name or a dollar sign Just a little grease and a lot of grace Driving 'round this quiet place [Bridge] Steel guitar swells like a rising tide While fireflies dance on the outside It ain't about the money or the fame It’s about the light without the name A secret kept in a dashboard shelf Better than keeping it for yourself [Verse] I see 'em idling at the light Tailgates shining in the night They don't know it was me at all Who caught 'em just before the fall Driving home on a one-lane road Lightening up a heavy load [Chorus] I’m just a ghost in the glove box Tucking hope behind the locks A handwritten word on a yellow pad To turn around a day gone bad Scattered across the county line Without a name or a dollar sign Just a little grease and a lot of grace Driving 'round this quiet place [Outro]
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