GHOST OF THE HIGHWAYS — Unstoppable

[Verse 1] From Pocatello’s cold dawn to Kirksville’s narrow streets, I haul ammonia through the silence where the long road breathes. Propane, ethane, heavy steel in the back, I’m the shadow on the interstate, never losing track. Eight thousand klicks behind me, dust on my chrome, Every mile I cross feels a little like home. [Chorus] I’m the Ghost of the Highways, rolling unstoppable, No clan, no noise, no drama, untouchable. From Laurel down to Billings, I ride the line, A lone‑wolf driver with diesel in his spine. [Verse 2] Wichita to San Diego, hauling TVs through the night, Houston’s heat, Montana’s wind, I fade out of sight. Chlorine, engines, tractors, freight that never sleeps, I’m the keeper of the asphalt and the promise that I keep. Zero damage, clean hands, 55 on the gauge, I write my story on the map like ink across a page. [Bridge] (spoken, low, echo) Maybe I’m a ghost, maybe I’m a myth, maybe I’m just a man who never learned to quit. Unstoppable miles, unstoppable nights, I drive where the world forgets the lights. [Chorus] I’m the Ghost of the Highways, rolling unstoppable, No clan, no noise, no drama, untouchable. From Laurel down to Billings, I ride the line, A lone‑wolf driver with diesel in his spine. [Outro] Kirksville fades behind me, Laurel waits ahead, The interstate hums softly like a voice inside my head. I’m the Ghost of the Highways — and I ain’t done yet.