Ghost on my left

As I load up my old bicycle, and
Gettin set to leave this town.
I let out a breath of air, and I take a look around.

I can't believe that on this day, I finally get to go,
As I point my bike to the north and my tires crunch the snow.

I'm riding through the Mountain ridge, on a cold and darken night 
The only glimpse of hope I see is the moon and it's light.

I can see the ghost of the town I left, chasing me through the snow, as I start to pedal faster, I'm  leaving them behind in the red red glow

I can see some wintered fence posts, lining up ahead of me, as they turn to watch me pass, towards my destiny.

I'm going down this country road as the city lights disappear, and the new life that I seek, beckons me to come make my new home here

Male country singer like Craig Morgan