Ghosts of the Great Highway

Cassius Clay was hated
More than Sonny Liston
Some like KK Downing
More than Glenn Tipton
Some like Jim Nabors
Some Bobby Vinton
I like em all

I put my feet up
On the coffee table
I stay up late watching cable
I like old movies
with Clarke Gable
Just like my dad does

Just like my dad
Did when he was home
Staying up late,
Staying up alone
Just like my dad did
when he was thinking
Oh, how fast the years fly

I know an old woman
Ran a doughnut shop
She worked late serving cops
But then one morning,
Baby, her heart stopped
Place ain't the same no more

Place ain't the same no more
Not without my friend, Eleanor
Place ain't the same no more
Man, how things change

I buried my first victim
When I was nineteen
Went through her bedroom
And the pockets of her jeans
And found her letters
That said so many things
That really hurt me bad

I never breathed
Her name again
But I liked to dream
About what could have been
I never heard her calls again
But I like to dream

Come to me my love
One more night
Come on
Cause I don't wanna be without
Without you

In the air tonight
So cold and strange
Winter of loss
When I have changed
She is floating out too soon
So soon

In our room
Inside
With these ones
I want to hide
She is floating out too fast
Too fast

Come to me
My love
One more night
Come on
Cause I just wanna talk with you
Again

Come to me
My love
One more night
Come on
Cause I just wanna hold you close
Again