As I sit next to my window looking out
with only memories,
and the tears you left behind
wondering what has become with our love,
a love so true and so vein
that no one could have tear us away.
Looking out I can see your wave good-bye
with no tears in your eyes
you jump in your rig and say the last good-bye
what has become of this love?
To make you turn away
was it your cheating heart
or the freedom of the road?
Can you see the pain you place in me
or has the freedom of the road
has taken you completely away from me.
For I sit here all alone with only memories
you left behind
to know that my love has no place
for a truck driver on the road