H e a r t s o n g s
P O E T R Y
LONG HAUL

I live my life between the lines
The highway is the only home I know 
Pick up a load in Vancouver
Haul it clear out to Toronto
My wife and little boy
I rarely get to see
But I gotta go where the money is
I'll be home in a week or two, maybe three
Sometimes when I call him
He's got funny stories to tell
But when he cries when saying goodbye
I know I'm putting him through hell
A boy should have his daddy
To be there as he grows
But I dropped out of school early
Now trucking's the only thing I know
Mile after mile 
The lonely highway rolls
Halfway from nowhere tonight
I feel like I've lost my soul
I wish I could go home
With a nine to five shift every day
To be with my boy at night 
I'd gladly take a cut in pay
There's a truck stop just ahead
Maybe I'll stop to get a bite
Gotta call my boy, tell him I love him
Make sure he's doing all right 

Copyright ©2005  Leah Hall Slootweg


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