ten months- and almost to the day since you called to tell me you had gone away you don't look back- no you just move on do you recall my place? was it all so wrong?
you gave me some books- my favorites i gave you my lunchbox and my sentiment what happened- jesus would only know but i still see your face because i love you so
i suppose i lost my way into your heart i suppose i don't always do what i am supposed to i propose you're not as right as you are smart so i suppose it will be your way- and your way is the highway
im a ghost on your highway just a ghost on your highway..