

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Coffee in a paper cup Logbook lying, miles add up Photo of her on the dashlight glow Little silver band on my left hand shows [Chorus] I’m a ghost on the interstate, burning up the night Chasing down a front porch and a porch-light Every white line whispering her name I sing ’Til I trade this blacktop halo For my blacktop wedding ring [Verse 2] Radio preacher talkin’ ’bout sin I just nod and change a gear again Billboard Jesus with his arms spread wide Only thing I pray for is her by my side [Chorus] I’m a ghost on the interstate, burning up the night Chasing down a front porch and a porch-light Every white line whispering her name I sing ’Til I trade this blacktop halo For my blacktop wedding ring [Bridge] Got a promise in my pocket Folded note, perfume stain (mm) If these wheels ever stop turning They’ll rust in her driveway in the rain [Chorus] I’m a ghost on the interstate, burning up the night Chasing down a front porch and a porch-light Every white line whispering her name I sing (her name I sing) ’Til I lay this tired body Where her shadow leans And I trade this blacktop halo For my blacktop wedding ring
Tags
country, Haunted outlaw-country ballad, male vocals; low-tuned twang guitar and brushed snare rolling like highway tires, with a ghostly pedal steel answering each line. Verses stay hushed and close-mic'd, choruses swell with stacked harmonies and a pulsing, heartbeat bass. Final chorus lifts slightly in key and intensity, then trails off on a dry vocal and lingering steel bend.
3:14
No
1/30/2026