Words & Music Michael Veitch
(c)2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)
The middle of nowhere used to be somewhere
Where a man could find some peace
Drivin all night gone -into the morning dawn
Worlds you’ve always chased within reach
There was a smile here on your face
It’s the final mile here in this race
Runnin 16 hours long and straight is that a tear on your face
A tear on your face
Drivin with no regrets
A steady job a sure bet
While 18 wheels sang their song
The rigs are going to drive themselves
Nobody up there at the helm
And no heart to sing along
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Gone up in a cloud of smoke
All used up and feelin’ broke
This ain’t no dream and it ain’t no joke
Least they left you with your memories
Least they left you with your memories
Now sittin’ in that easy chair
Never got much wear and tear
Now it’s home to all that’s left
Starin’ off into thin air
Nobody left to care
Goodbye to highways and good pay checks
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