Ghost Towns Along the Highway — John Mellencamp

Ghost towns along the highway Guess no one wants to live around here any more Ghost towns along the highway Listen to the wind blow through the Cracks on the boarded-up doors

But our love keeps on moving To the nearest faraway place I guess no one believes in Ghost towns along the highway Ghost towns along the main highway

Perhaps it's the crossroads of another time Maybe it's too lonely out here But I can hear the voices of misery cryin' Some day these highways will all disappear

But our love keeps on moving And the wind keeps blowin' us around I guess no one believes in Ghost towns along the highway Ghost towns along the main highway

Ghost towns along the highway So many people used to call this place home Ghost towns along the highway I guess folks they're just bound to roam

But our love keeps on moving To the nearest faraway place I guess no one believes in Ghost towns along the highway Ghost towns along the main highway