Four Lanes From Home

Coffee gone cold in a paper cup

Sun coming up in the mirror

Kids’ drawings on the dashboard stuck

Their laughs still ringing in my ears

Four lanes wide and the mile signs blur

Their names on my lips like a prayer

Your picture swinging from the visor there

Feels like you’re riding in the air

I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway

Rolling farther from the ones I love

Every white line writes another why

Babe

Why this road never seems enough

Got your letters in my pocket

Like a map back to your door

I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway

Missing you a little more

Left my boots by the kitchen chair

You laughed

Said you’d trip on my mess

Now it’s truck stop lights and the diesel air

And a pillow that smells like your dress

Promise I’ll be home by Friday night

We’ll burn those burgers on the grill

Till then it’s just me and these passing lights

And your voice on the speaker

Keeping still

I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway

Rolling farther from the ones I love

Every white line writes another why

Babe

Why this road never seems enough

Got your letters in my pocket

Like a map back to your door

I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway

Missing you a little more

Some folks chase the sun for fun

I chase it just to pay the bills

But I’d trade this rig

This run

This rumble

For one slow night in your hills (oh yeah)

I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway

Rolling back to where my heart belongs

Every mile down is a mile toward my place

Where your arms rewrite this song

Got your letters in my pocket

I don’t need them anymore

I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway

Backing up to our front door