Two Towns Over

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Verse

I pulled the F-150 off Route 9 at 4:00 PM
The mud on the tires stuck to the passenger frame
I didn't want to see my neighbor fix his truck fence
Or hear the local news broadcast for the third time since
So I drove past the gas station with the broken sign
Twelve miles down the paver, a steady, rolling line
The steering wheel was worn out where my left hand sat
And the radio was silent, a heavy, dark pat
I needed a place where nobody knew my name
A town without a graveyard or a local shame

Chorus

I need a new name for the night
I need a bar under a different light
Where the whiskey burns without a face
I am a ghost in this empty space
I need a new name for the night
I need a bar under a different light
Where the whiskey burns without a face
I am a ghost in this empty space

Verse

The first stop was a diner called The Blue Plate
But the waitress knew me from a party last September
She smiled and poured the coffee, and I felt the heat
Of being recognized in my own defeat
I turned the wheel around and hit the highway again
The pedal steel is humming, singing my sin
I crossed the river bridge at the half-past-five mark
The asphalt was wet, the engine was dark
I saw the neon sign for "Hollow Creek" glow
A place no one from my county would ever know

Chorus

I need a new name for the night
I need a bar under a different light
Where the whiskey burns without a face
I am a ghost in this empty space
I need a new name for the night
I need a bar under a different light
Where the whiskey burns without a face
I am a ghost in this empty space

Bridge

The bartender had a beard like tangled rope
He asked for a bourbon, I couldn't cope
With the silence that filled up the room
I felt the weight of the thirty-one room
That is the distance from where I live to here
To escape the noise and the pitying stare
I drank two glasses and forgot my name
Just a shadow moving in the pouring rain

Chorus

I need a new name for the night
I need a bar under a different light
Where the whiskey burns without a face
I am a ghost in this empty space
I need a new name for the night
I need a bar under a different light
Where the whiskey burns without a face
I am a ghost in this empty space

Outro

I paid with cash, I didn't leave a tip
I stepped back out into the cold November drip
The F-150 is waiting in the dirt outside
I have the anonymity that I bought with my pride
I drove back home before the stars came out
And hid in the barn where the old trucks are about
No one knows I left, no one knows I was there
Just the mud on the tires and the bitter air
I am a ghost in this empty space
I am a ghost in this empty space