The Dream
The Dream
BOB OLDREIVE
Hey, driver, let me feel the wind again
Won?t you roll your wheels and try to catch the sun
By twelve o?clock the Texas skies
can burn the haze off my eyes
Tomorrow with a thousand miles behind
Where the cactus stretch their arms up in the sky
Then we?ll play that desert town where the girls still smile and the world is still round
Chorus
I can?t change a thing when the rollin? life is in my veins
Sometimes it hurts me so, my baby says she has to go
She says I?m a dreamer and she?s awoken from the dream
Bridge
Tonight the truckers own the air, so give a shout and they?ll know we?re here
Two full tanks and all we?ve got is time
Climbing hills on an asphalt snake, you haven?t slept but you?re wide awake
The bad jokes on the CBs get you by
