Текст песни
Pulled off at exit 49
No cars, no lights, just a fading sign
«Rest stop 2 miles» – but I’m already there
In the yellow glow of a bulb’s dying prayer
Cracked asphalt, cigarette butts, a forgotten shoe
And the echo of someone who felt like you
Rest stop ghosts, they don’t make a sound
They just stand where the lost are found
In the corner of my eye, a flickering shape
Then it’s gone – did I just escape?
Or did I finally meet what I’ve been running from
At this rest stop where no drivers come?
Leaned on the hood, took a breath of cold air
Thought I saw a shadow with your kind of stare
But that’s impossible – you’re miles away
Or maybe you’re here in the disarray
Of a mind that drives too long in the dark
Every rest stop ghost leaves a mental mark
Rest stop ghosts, they don’t make a sound
They just stand where the lost are found
In the corner of my eye, a flickering shape
Then it’s gone – did I just escape?
Or did I finally meet what I’ve been running from
At this rest stop where no drivers come?
I’ve got ghosts in my gas tank
Phantoms in the rearview
The only prayer I know is «don’t let me stop too soon»
Rest stop ghosts…
Exit 49… nobody there.
