These Days in an Open Book - Nanci Griffith

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