Nowhere to go, but somewhere to be.
By Adam Wade
When the sun sets, and that moon rises
You look around and there’s no more disguises.
The road is so empty and so quiet
There’s nothing there but the dim light
You know you’re a trucker because you’re all alone
You know you’re a trucker when the road is your home.
No place seems as safe is in your head
No place is as comfortable as in that sleeper bed
Family become just adequateness and friends go away
You are the only person who’s with you every day.
You know you’re a trucker because you’re all alone
You know you’re a trucker when the road is your home.
Every mile seems to barely creep by
All that’s in your view is that lonely sky
Almost makes you think you are one in the same
Everyone ignores you and no one knows your name.
You know you’re a trucker because you’re all alone
You know you’re a trucker when the road is your home.
You know your the last stand, the last American cowboy
But you learn too quick that life’s not for just any man.
Life ceases to live, you become that big rig
All that seems to matter is another mile down the road
You know you’re a trucker because you’re all alone
You know you’re a trucker when the road is your home.
But you bundle up and truck alone down the road
thoughts of loneliness keep you company on that ride.
The faint thought of the weekend helps you move along
But you know all along that’s it’s only a mirage of what life should be
You know you’re a trucker because you’re all alone
You know you’re a trucker when the road is your home.