Nail in the Wood

# Spike in My Head

**Verse 1**

There's a cold wind knocking on my window pane,

Old memories riding on a midnight train\.

I've got a worn\-out jacket and a heart full of miles,

And a photograph that hasn't lost its smile\.

The radio's humming some old six\-string tune,

While the moon hangs low like a silver balloon\.

I keep on driving where the blacktop bends,

Trying to outrun the thoughts that never end\.

**Chorus**

There's a spike in my head, like a nail in the wood,

A thought that keeps knocking when I wish that it would

Just fade with the morning and drift with the rain,

But it comes back around like an old freight train\.

I've got dirt on my boots and a fire in my chest,

I'm carrying the weight of a heart doing its best\.

Yeah, the road keeps rolling, but I'm not there yet—

With this old song playing and a spike in my head\.

**Verse 2**

Down by the river where the cottonwoods sway,

I hear your voice in the words people say\.

Every little town's got a story to tell,

Every church bell rings like I know it too well\.

I've learned that a heart ain't a thing you can mend

With a bottle, a prayer, or a letter you send\.

Sometimes you just sit underneath that sky,

Let the stars keep watch while the old days pass by\.

**Chorus**

There's a spike in my head, like a nail in the wood,

A thought that keeps knocking when I wish that it would

Just fade with the morning and drift with the rain,

But it comes back around like an old freight train\.

I've got dirt on my boots and a fire in my chest,

I'm carrying the weight of a heart doing its best\.

Yeah, the road keeps rolling, but I'm not there yet—

With this old song playing and a spike in my head\.

**Bridge**

Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up free,

Maybe the wind will carry it away from me\.

But tonight there's a fire and an empty chair,

And a thousand little ghosts in the midnight air\.

**Final Chorus**

There's a spike in my head, but I'm still moving on,

Chasing the dawn till the darkness is gone\.

The wheels keep turning, the old highway bends,

And maybe this hurting is where healing begins\.

I've got dirt on my boots and a fire in my chest,

I'm carrying the weight, but I'm giving my best\.

Yeah, the road keeps rolling, and I ain't done yet—

Just me, this old guitar, and a spike in my head\.

**Outro**

A spike in my head...

But the road up ahead...

Keeps calling me home\.