I'm the deckhand on this ferry boat
Watching highways where the truckers float
Salt on my hands and a rusted chain
I see the desert swallow all their pain
Keep your eyes on the open lane
I'm the ghost that rides beside your brain
Ferry deckhand watching over you
Till the asphalt turns to morning blue
Cactus shadows stretch across the dash
Diesel fumes and coffee going bad
I count the mile markers like a prayer
Every rig is hauling something rare
Keep your eyes on the open lane
I'm the ghost that rides beside your brain
Ferry deckhand watching over you
Till the asphalt turns to morning blue
Two quiet strangers sharing one small light
One drives the day and one survives the night
I slide the gate and let the cold wind through
The highway knows what both of them must do
Keep your eyes on the open lane
I'm the ghost that rides beside your brain
Ferry deckhand watching over you
Till the asphalt turns to morning blue
When the tank runs dry and the radio dies
I'm the hum beneath the painted skies
Trade your toll for a softer song
I'll carry you when the road feels long
The ferry rocks but the highway's still
A ribbon running past a dry windmill
I hold the rope and watch the taillights fade
Another promise that the desert made
Keep your eyes on the open lane
I'm the ghost that rides beside your brain
Ferry deckhand watching over you
Till the asphalt turns to morning blue
Till the asphalt turns to morning blue
Roll on, roll on, the ferry waits for none
I'll watch you till the two-lane meets the sun
