Life through a Windshield
In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend
Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels
But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit
White line fever they call it in song
White lines on the concrete is to what you belong
The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home
From Beantown to Shaky to Big D then Windy you roam
Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong
Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see
Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea
Aspirin, Doans Pills and Preparation H
Always part of your luggage because that hot load can’t wait.
Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need
Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave.