Four in the morning, twenty below

With the sun coming up over Buffalo

I'll be turning for home with a load to go

Coming back from the border line

Three hours passing through the customs gate

I'm three hours early, now running late

Trying to make a living hauling that freight

Coming back from the border line

Well I think of my baby fast asleep

And when the suns comes calling, a new day leaps

From her eyes, in the windshield, the locket where I keep her always

Down by the bridge, by the broken sign

I'm wired on coffee and hurting for time

Got my eye on the blue horizon line

The highway slithers like a golden snake

Between the darkened sky and the frozen lake

My heart's still hoping that you might wait

Coming back from the border line

Well I think of my baby fast asleep

And when the suns comes calling, a new day leaps

From her eyes, in the windshield, the locket where I keep her always

Down by the bridge, by the broken sign

I'm wired on coffee and hurting for time

Got my eye on the blue horizon line

Four in the morning, twenty below

With the sun coming up over Buffalo

I'll be turning for home with a load to go

Coming back from the border line