There was a man in a truck, he was always alone
And his mind and soul weren't there, often too far gone
Looking to return to his wife, children, and home

He was there on the road, the truck was his dorm
The radio, the friend, and the lane were the motivation he had
The tires are like wings that guide him way back home

Then he went home to his wife, kids, and folks
And there's a feeling that everything's fine
But in a few days, the truck calls him back to the road