Thunder rolls and rumbles

Across a restless sky

And blends itself with the warbling sound

Of a night bird’s final cry.

I climb up in the chilly cab

And fire the engine up

And sit here sipping coffee

From a little Styrofoam cup.

That distant highway calls to me

To come and find its end.

And as I pull the tranny into low

My soul is on the mend.

Another adventure awaits me

Just beyond those hills.

Trucking is my way of life,

Not just how I pay my bills.