Is in a folded hand of grace against these times
'Cause' I need someone who can touch me
That I've lived my life in the backroads
The price of love is such a heavy toll
In hotel rooms and headlights
In my memory
These days your face
Against these times
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times
Someone who needs me

You're coming up beside me
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
Will you still find me if I leave you here beside this road
In my memory
These days my life is an open book
Missing pages I cannot seem to find

In my memory
I have traveled with your ghost now so many years
Tell me where will it go?
Who'll put no one above me
Is in a folded hand of grace

If I spend the love you gave me
Folded hand of grace
Maybe it's Fort Worth, maybe it's a heart of gold
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times

With your love in my pocket
That I see you in the shadows
These days your face
These days my life is an open book
In my memory
These days my life is an open book
I have driven this weary vessel here alone
Like the air he breathes
Whether it's day or night
These days your face
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
No one's ever come between your memory and me
These days your face
Folded hand of grace
I can't remember where this toll road goes