Truckers and troubadours Black coffee and metaphors Steering wheels late nights and songs Wake up in the morning, we're gone On the stage, on the road, pack it up, pull the load Thousands of miles left to do, always just passing through ♪ Truckers and troubadours Our other half walking the floors Can't wait to make it back home Counting the days 'til we're gone Gear jammers rhymers not made for these timers In love with the strange and the new, always just passing through ♪ Interstate headlights and stars in our eyes Packing our bags as we must Sometimes it's heaven, sometimes it's hell Slaves to the old wanderlust
Wanderlust ♪ Truckers and troubadours We're better off not keeping score White lines and rearview towns It's too late to turn back now Dashboards and dials, feeling the miles Missing old friends we knew, always just passing through ♪ Truckers and troubadours Truckers and troubadours Truckers and troubadours Truckers and troubadours