Trucks On The Highway

The trucks on the highway sound like planes taking off in the night

The winds push me east in this clear Nebraska sky

And I don't want to go home

From this life on the road

The trucks on the highway sound like planes taking off in the night

My father drilled wells for 10 years before I was born

He remembers each one but now he can't remember much more

Now I'm moving home

Driving right into the storm

The trucks on the highway sound like planes taking off in the night

When I see him now

When I hold his hand

I see the light in his eyes

For a moment then it fades

I wished last night that I had never left home

Digging wells with him in a life that was never my own

It wouldn't have mattered much

In the end our lives are such

A memory that fades

Like the sound the trucks make, in the night…