somewhere out there
you cross this land
while here I wait
miles pass beneath the wheels of the truck you drive
white lines marking time as the radio plays some sad country song
taking you so far away, another load, another day
somewhere out there
you cross this land
while here I wait
a truckstop with a place to park, an overpriced meal to fill a hungry belly
somewhere to shower away the grime of the road
sleep oft interrupted by whomever is around, in need, in want
somewhere out there
you cross this land
while here I wait
the day will come, finally come
when you are headed back this way, headed home
crossing the miles, white lines marking time as your heart yearns
somewhere out there
you cross this land
while here I wait
always wait
with my eyes on the road
watching, for your return
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