DullBlah(Verse 1) The only friend I see now is the white line in the road, One hundred thousand pounds of freight, another weary load. Four days since I hugged you, three states since I saw the sky Over our front yard, darling, but the miles keep piling high. I just called and heard your voice, you said you baked his cake, Wish I could trade this diesel hum for the vows I swore to make. I missed the first pitch, missed the candles, missed the party lights— Just another birthday lost beneath the interstate nights.
(Pre-Chorus) I can feel the cold wind blowing through this wide, empty cab, But the hardest part of working, is the thing I never have. The smell of your perfume, the softness of your hair, Just one quiet evening, knowin' that you're there.
(Chorus) God, I yearn for the sound of you, the whisper in the dark, For the moment I can finally pull this big old truck to park. To trade this CB static for the feel of your warm hand, I'm rolling for our future, but I'm lonesome in this land. Oh, for the weight of your head on my shoulder, just before the sleep, That's the love I'm trying to hold, the promise I intend to keep. I'm driving on empty, baby, running on the love I miss.
(Verse 2) The kids are getting taller, growin' right out of my sight, I see 'em in the pictures you text me late at night. They drew me a turkey for Thanksgiving on the fridge, I know, But I was halfway to Chicago when the snow began to blow. I told our little girl that Daddy had to work the rig, She just asked, "Daddy, why's the money always so big?" It pays the mortgage, buys the shoes, keeps the heater strong, But it doesn't buy back the hours where I know I don't belong.
(Pre-Chorus) I can feel the cold wind blowing through this wide, empty cab, But the hardest part of working, is the thing I never have. The touch of your hand on my cheek, the promise in your eyes, Just one honest minute beneath the midnight skies.
(Chorus) God, I yearn for the sound of you, the whisper in the dark, For the moment I can finally pull this big old truck to park. To trade this CB static for the feel of your warm hand, I'm rolling for our future, but I'm lonesome in this land. Oh, for the weight of your head on my shoulder, just before the sleep, That's the love I'm trying to hold, the promise I intend to keep. I'm driving on empty, baby, running on the love I miss.
(Bridge) I'll be home in forty-eight hours, forty-eight long hours, you see, And all those missed moments, they waitin' there for me. I hope I remember how to be a husband, how to be a Dad, When I step out of this uniform and into the best life I've ever had.
(Guitar Solo - A simple, mournful Pedal Steel solo that sounds like a lonely highway siren at dawn, backed by acoustic guitar.)
(Outro - Vocals are low, conversational, fading with the music.) Yeah, I just need to hear you whisper my name, Becki... And know I made it home. (Acoustic guitar and Pedal Steel fade out slowly.)