I am a long haul driver and I'm leaving at dawn
I don't think that i will see you so I'll leave the porch light on
I know you land at 8 o'clock but I'll be gone by 5
So I'll be waving out the window as I pass the airport by
Through Michigan to Illinois & Indiana, too
I'll turn this rig towards the north but still away from you--
are waltzing in my mind's blue eye & strumming your guitar
Two thousand miles between us yet I'm never, ever that far
My cargo's bound for Winnipeg by way of St. Paul
I'll be picking Brown-Eyed-Susans by the road as twilight falls
When I cross back into Canada, I may stop for a smoke
Yes, I know these things will kill me but my dear, so might the road.
The city lights are rising up the midnight black horizon
I'm wishing you are with me where no passenger is riding
With my payload unloaded safely out in St. Vital
I will try to catch the Perps at high & lo before last call
I am a long haul driver and I'm leaving at dawn
I'll be home before you wake so leave the porch light on.