Eighteen wheels, young and crazy
Your picture was framed on my dash
Though you hated my truck
My focus was squarely on cash
You kept trying to tell me
That you needed more from a man
Then you packed up and left me
That Yoyo I kept by my chair
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
Changing hard times to heart times instead of just sharing the news
Making love in no hurry instead of just paying our dues
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
Lately I feel I'm hanging
And can't make it back
Like I'm spinning and swaying
Cause I need a new string
Baby don't get me started
I'm lonesome and blue
Things don't get any harder
Than me into you
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
Changing hard times to heart times instead of just sharing the news
Making love in no hurry instead of just paying our dues
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
It's been thirty years baby
Your picture's still framed on my dash
You still look like an angel
And I want to see you again
My old body needs rest now
My heart needs your smile
I'm still beating my chest
After three million miles
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
Changing hard times to heart times instead of just sharing the news
Making love in no hurry instead of just paying our dues
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
Good lines.......narrating love...live...pain and gain...................still i believe in going on and on......thanks.
Dancing in the den of desire! Well done my friend!
Heartfelt, it's a hard graft out there. KEEP IT BETWEEN THE HEDGES.
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Reads like a long road trip song, playing over and over on the airwaves of the mind. Trucker blues...An excellent tale of a tortured heart.