This ribbon of highway that lay before me <br />It seems a hundred thousand miles <br />Every mile is so alone <br />I wonder if she is at home <br /> <br />This ribbon of highway that lay before me <br />As I travel the mind unravels <br />If I ever get back home <br />I’ll never again leave her alone <br /> <br />In her letter she said the better <br />So alone she would be gone <br />Will I ever see again her smile <br />May as well be a hundred thousand miles <br /> <br />If I ever get back home <br />I’ll never again leave her alone <br />If I ever see her again <br />This ribbon of highway I’ll put an end <br /> <br />As I come from this highway <br />I turn down a lonely street <br />And as I see in to her drive way <br />I see her standing waiting for me <br /> <br />This ribbon of highway that lays behind me <br />As I hold her and I see her smile <br />I wonder if she knows <br />How I counted every single mile.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truck-driver/
