She's lookin' out the window,
dreamin' on fading lights
Her man is on the job again,
a long one, this time for seven nights
He's loaded up and ready,
and wheeled off to the west
And she's already feeling lonely
And the pain runs down her cheek
she gives all the love she can
and she battles with her babies
and lately been thinking about her life
is there anything in store
is there more for a truckie's
And it's rainin' down in Willow Tree
You wouldn't hear a diesel truck tonight
And startin' to feel all right
While she sleeps off another day
of her underpaid full -time job
Schoolin' and feedin' and dressin'
and lovin' her little mob
And the motor's runnin' hot on his feet
And he's thinkin' about his boys
He's more like an un cle,
comes home with ice -creams and toys
But at least he's got a job
and it seems like he's in control
But he'd rather be at home
And the plane runs down her cheek
She gives all the love she can,
And she battles with her babies
and lately been thinking about
Is there anything in store,
is there more for a truckie's
Is there anything in store, is there more