Brother Trucker: Music

In the night sky I see the bright lights of the night life of this town
Getting small as I’m driving away
And the wind blows hard
With each passing car
I’m just holding the steering wheel straight
Miles fall
And my windshield is the blade
At a kitchen table 100 miles away
She feel asleep sitting straight
She’d check the window
With each car that’d pass
Her tired eyes wouldn’t wait
Friday Night really means Saturday
Speed trap sits waiting at the overpass
No time to decelerate
Monday comes and your face shows it’s age