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The icy numbness of life in exile, keeps me from the angels's clouds
To live just for once before being used and left
Behind like an old suit case full of second worn clothes
I am learning to live as the lone wolf
It is times like these, maybe live as the Highway Phantom again

These new scars from you, the one I sought to find is not you
I ache for our son, knowing you will keep him from me
I didn't know our times could be poison to all my hard work
I am confused from your smog signals
In the times like these, I am destroying our faded world

I am all ready lost, away from your twisted ways
Blind to my growth, blind to your trips any more
Flying up to the awaiting heavens, On broken buzzard wings
Chasing my Ghost Hawk or is it an enchantress casting a spell onto me?
In times like these, I only know how to act as the Phantom Highway