[Intro] [Driving 102 BPM two-step groove, weeping pedal steel, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and twangy Telecaster over crisp punchy drums] [Verse 1] Coughing in the motor as the black exhaust begins Climbing up the driveway as the metal body spins Mechanic drains the mixture with a puzzled look of fear Wartime fuel from forty-five is all you're running here! There has never been a pump along that country road Fifty years of nothing in the land that you were showed! Turn the car around to find the corrugated shed Only empty grass and trees along the road ahead! [Pre-Chorus] Nothing in the gravel where the rusty pump had stood! Just a paper receipt left from a phantom in the wood! An old man in suspenders shuffling out into the sun Thick and milky glasses where the shadows over-run! [Chorus] Counting out the coins into his shaking, dirty hand! Relic from a forgotten time! A cross and empty land! Transdimensional station by the roadside grey! Fueling up the engine as the daylight slips away! Orange sweet turpentine burning in the tank! Drifting off the highway to a memory gone blank! [Verse 2] Flight status: fuel depleted, landing site unknown Collective farm number four, standing all alone Four in the morning, the radar screen glows A lost little mower where nobody goes Turned at the border, completely misled Flying three hundred kilometers ahead [Chorus] Counting out the coins into his shaking, dirty hand! Relic from a forgotten time! A cross and empty land! Transdimensional station by the roadside grey! Fueling up the engine as the daylight slips away! Orange sweet turpentine burning in the tank! Drifting off the highway to a memory gone blank! [Outro] Ghost on the highway. [Pedal steel and singing fiddle trade licks over a driving two-step, finishing on a crisp country stop]
