White lines Jesus and me

For half of his life,

He's chased a dream,

Providing for his wife,

Until she decided to leave,

Trying to buy himself,

A car and a house,

Spending night after night,

Thinking about the good times,

Those tired weary eyes,

With long sleepless nights,

Slowly takes it's toll

One to many close calls

Now it's left somewhere between,

The white lines, jesus and me!!!!!!,

Looking out the windscreen,

Every trip is the same thing,

Now it's been eighteen years,

Of giving them his very best,

He was first on the scene,

With a wreck in the trees,

And it's hard to understand,

How much it can change a man,

Those tired weary eyes,

With long sleepless nights,

Slowly takes it's toll

One to many close calls

Now it's left somewhere between,

The white lines, jesus and me!!!!!,

Heading north bound,

On a clear night in april.

As He started to feel,

Like he was falling asleep,

His heart starts pounding,

Waking up before hitting a tree,

Maybe it's his time to give up,

Driving those big old trucks,

Those tired weary eyes,

With long sleepless nights,

Slowly takes it's toll

One to many close calls

Now it's left somewhere between,

The white lines, jesus and me!!!!!,

Now it's left somewhere between,

The white lines, jesus and me!!!!!!.