It's late at night and the road is long
Too many K's being on my own
The road is narrow and the gutters deep
And when tommorow comes there's still no sleep

Maybe I should leave it all behind
And rest this tired and troubled mind
And someday I'll throw it all in
For the things I'd rather have been

Cracklin of the cd, voices on the air
Flashing blue lights, appear and disappear
A couple of hours, well I'll be homeward bound
Then another load, another turn around

Maybe I should leave it all behind
And rest this tired and troubled mind
And someday I'll throw it all in
For the things I'd rather have been

Lonely nights on endless runs
Oncoming lights day is never done
The long white line well it can drive you mad
You think about a life, that you never had

Maybe I should leave it all behind
And rest this tired and troubled mind
And someday I'll throw it all in
For the things I'd rather have been