And the radio plays some forgotten tune, While the highway howls like an old freight train. There's an amber frost on the pumpkin patch, And a sharp bite clingin' to the October air. There's a heavy silence in the hallway floor, Where the floorboards creak and nobody's waitin' there. And I left my shadow in the empty bed, While the cold moon slips away. Before the blue light breaks the windowpane, I'm packin' up to walk away. And the radio plays some forgotten tune, While the highway howls like an old freight train. I couldn't stay and watch the embers die, Some ghosts are better left standin' still. By the grey light of an almost sunrise, I'm runnin' 'fore the daylight shows. Chasin' down a ghost across the county line, Where the cold north wind blows. The night is bleedin' into pale blue skies, Out here in the almost sunrise. And the valley's shiverin' in the morning dew, With the apple orchards turnin' shades of rust. I had to loose the chains before they broke my heart, Leaving our history buried in the dust. Lord, I never meant to break her down, Or leave her crying in the chill. Couldn't live the lie of a dyin' flame, So I rolled right over that hill. And the dashboard clock is tickin' loud, As the heater hums a low, tired tune. I had to pack my bags and clear the room, Underneath a fading summer moon. The coffee's bitter in a dim-lit booth, Staring through the glass at a world that's waking up. I left my whole life sitting on a kitchen table, With the dregs still cold inside a coffee cup. No point in wondering if she's crying now, While the door swings shut behind. Before the morning miles can catch my steps, I'm leaving it behind. By the grey light of an almost sunrise, I'm runnin' 'fore the daylight shows. Chasin' down a ghost across the county line, Where the cold north wind blows. The night is bleedin' into pale blue skies, Out here in the almost sunrise. Almost sunrise... Just the open road and a freezing wind. Leaving the cold behind. Almost sunrise...
