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I know this road like the back of my hand
Same with the stations, on the FM band
Farms and truck stops, firework stands
I know this road like the back of my hand

Who I am now to who I was then
I knew somehow I'd come back again
No doubt about it, I'm next of kin
To all the ghosts along highway 299

Run down motels, the fading billboards
Used cars for sale, the rusty junkyards
This two lane blacktop will never let me
Let go of the ghosts along highway 299

And I have seen the signs that say
We're closing in on the final days
But I got nothing to repent
My saving grace is with the ghosts of highway 299
…………………………………………………………………………………….

its easy actually pacing back and forth on the idea.

What lies beyond Vya; they say once you go that far you may never come back. I love playing on the edge of the state knowing that I may just slip up one day and find myself too far to stop. Every time though something stops me and I'm left turning around pacing back again next week driving to the edge and playing with the phantoms.

One day I know I will be ready to pack it up and go beyond 8A and travel the nothing beyond.
Fate lies out there even if I make it out on the other end it would be another chapter to end.

Description
I know this road like the back of my hand
Same with the stations, on the FM band
Farms and truck stops, firework stands
I know this road like the back of my hand

Who I am now to who I was then
I knew somehow I'd come back again
No doubt about it, I'm next of kin
To all the ghosts along highway 299

Run down motels, the fading billboards
Used cars for sale, the rusty junkyards
This two lane blacktop will never let me
Let go of the ghosts along highway 299

And I have seen the signs that say
We're closing in on the final days
But I got nothing to repent
My saving grace is with the ghosts of highway 299
…………………………………………………………………………………….

its easy actually pacing back and forth on the idea.

What lies beyond Vya; they say once you go that far you may never come back. I love playing on the edge of the state knowing that I may just slip up one day and find myself too far to stop. Every time though something stops me and I'm left turning around pacing back again next week driving to the edge and playing with the phantoms.

One day I know I will be ready to pack it up and go beyond 8A and travel the nothing beyond.
Fate lies out there even if I make it out on the other end it would be another chapter to end.