(Verse 1) In the heart of Nova Scotia, where shadows linger on, A tale of Highway 101, where souls are now all gone. Marshalltown to Ashmore, under a mourning moon, A Ghost Highway’s haunted, with a melody of doom.

(Chorus) On the Ghost Highway of Nova Scotia, under a sorrowed sky, Silhouettes of memories linger, where the lost ones lie. Through the twisted curves, and shadows that unfold, It’s a dirge for a highway, where tragedy takes hold.

(Verse 2) Provincial 101, a corridor of tears, Whispers of the past, echo through the years. A billion dollars of seafood, a ghostly freighter’s call, Yet, on this haunted asphalt, many spirits fall.

(Chorus) On the Ghost Highway of Nova Scotia, under a sorrowed sky, Silhouettes of memories linger, where the lost ones lie. Through the twisted curves, and shadows that unfold, It’s a dirge for a highway, where tragedy takes hold.

(Bridge) Of the silence on the highway, where hearts no longer beat. No fixing what’s been shattered, no reprieve from the pain, In the Ghost Highway’s sorrow, echoes of the fallen remain.

(Verse 3) Bypass dreams are futile, in the face of endless gloom, A simpler, darker path, to an eternal tomb. In the Ghost Highway’s tale, a dirge in every breeze, A somber requiem, for each lost soul it sees.

(Chorus) On the Ghost Highway of Nova Scotia, under a sorrowed sky, Silhouettes of memories linger, where the lost ones lie. Through the twisted curves, and shadows that unfold, It’s a dirge for a highway, where tragedy takes hold.

(Outro) So here’s to the Ghost Highway, where darkness has its way, In every mournful melody, the price that some must pay. Through the twisted lanes, where the lost souls persist, The Ghost Highway of Nova Scotia, in eternal mist.