Most of this is a maybe There ain't no perfect plan All along i've been keeping on the run From how it began With tears like the eyes of a baby And love like a sinking sand Everybody's got an axe to grind But mine done slipped through my hands Now i have seen the face On the ghost of old highways I tried to tell you but it's no use So what am i doing here Where every beauty hides a truth Like dust on a chandelier And nothing knows temptation Like the edge of a blade Where all i ever wanted Was to see your face When i reach my dying day Now i have seen the ghosts All the ghosts of old highways And heaven knows i don't Want them to come and take me away The business end of the barrel Smoking like the mouth of the sun There's no danger like a knot in a noose Slowly coming undone It's never easy when it comes so quick I couldn't ever make the comfort stick And everybody wants to know the trick But no, no, no, There ain't one So if it's not too late I won't make them wait On that old Highway All i have I will give away On that old highway