Four Lanes From Home

[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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)
[Chorus]
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

Mid-tempo heartland country, warm telecaster riffs and steady kick under male vocals. Verses stay intimate with sparse acoustic and subtle organ pad; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and slide guitar answering the vocal. Bridge drops to just vocal and guitar, then full band and toms lift into a final, anthemic chorus.