Dark Is the Night

That endless black ribbon is a truck driver's home with his bunk there behind him,he's destined to roam Outside of the circle,on the fringes of life he feels the rejection,from even his wife Oh,he knows the truth,'neath the smiles pasted on but he keeps to himself,turns away and moves on Dispatch says get there as quick as you can when will they consider,he is but a man The reciever,the shipper,wanted him yesterday now here,at the moment,finds himself in the way Oh,he knows the story,he's heard it before with a shrug of his shoulders,he walks toward the door He's never needed,'til the load has to go and then he must roll through the rain and the snow He hurts with a passion for they all patronise but he'll never let them see the tears in his eyes He goes the distance,ignoring the pain and cursing the weather he moves on through the rain The price that he pays,what he gives of himself in this life,finds his place,out in back on the shelf He lives all alone in his cabin on wheels and nobody knows all the pain that he feels His wife and his family,busy watching their show their friends more important,always someplace to go The precious few moments he gets on the phone are too often unanswered,'cause nobody's home Should he make a connection,he;ll only be told there's another call waiting and put him on hold The loneliness,the sorrow,the heartwrenching pain is it a wonder that some go insane Outside of the circle,on the fringes of life the wounds deep within,for long is the knife No,nobody knows what a truck driver feels he just prays he can drown it,'neath the sound of the wheels That endless black ribbon stretches far out of sight ever deeper in darkness,he rolls through the night!