Over the Road Trucker

I travel the roads of America

Hauling food, goods and wares

I pass by beautiful scenery

That helps me forget my cares

I have a family at home

That misses me a lot

Or maybe they’ve gone on with life

And it’s me they’ve forgot

I drive mile after mile

And if pickups are scheduled late

I may not be able to see my family

And I know now they won’t wait

So I drive the ribbons of highways

Making a living, earning a dime

I hope to be home Thanksgiving

And pray I make Christmas in time

Broken promises and missed recitals

I’ve alienated those I love the most

I squandered my family time

So now I drive away lost