When you wait for someone to come trough

I'm sorry to inform you of the news

On your own, you'll stand in line and wait

To let them pick your poison and then decide your fate



Standing on lines that you never want to cross

Better listen to the boss

I know you're lonely too

I'm sleeping between trucks thinking of you



Overwhelmed? What do we really know?

We've never had to live out on the road

In the next five years I'm going to guess

The less we see the beauty, the more we see this mess



In your room you see a painting on the wall

But you don't see me at all

I know you're lonely too

I'm sleeping between trucks thinking of you