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