Nick Thomas Ghost Towns lyrics

I made my peace with how things have got to be now.
White­knuckle grip on the wheel, it's high time I get this show on the road —
all alone — good luck from here on out. I understand, but that doesn't mean
it doesn't keep me up at night, warm engine push me along, need to find
myself a new place, forget her face, turn this wrong back into alright. Every
ghost town looks like paradise to me, Within every dusty, haunted building
lies my safety from your misery. I just can't actually believe this is happening.

I misplaced my hope, I left it in the foreign alleyways I roam. I care so much
more than she knows. But that don't make a damn bit of difference now. It's
stunning how I made it back home.