I wished that I could float awat into your arms tonight, being a truckers mate is so hard so be, but to be with you when I can, I guess I just have to dream of you until then,
For when I hear that big truck now, I wont cringe at the sound, for it will be coming and not going away from me.
Just to hear that big diesel and the air release and it stop into a still position and see you climb out will send chills of joy throuh me,
But until you runs are complete I must hold our last kiss our last rush to ecstasy firmly in my heart as my stength till we touch again
Eighteen wheels, bring my love home, safe, sound, and soon
