These Days In An Open Book Lyrics - 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 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 

'Cause' 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 

Folded hand of grace 

Folded hand of grace 

Against these times