Two Aging Truckers
A horse needs to run
A heart needs to bleed
An engine can’t gain the miles
If it’s kept pristine
If the view of change is constant
Just like I’ve been told
Is any backyard the boundless start
To all directions unknown?
Will I be there?
Will I be there?
When all the stories fade?
When I am out of breath?
My yoke is your yoke is
Resting on our shoulders
And we share the weary load
My yoke is your yoke
We’re just like
Two aging truckers down the road
Children of our parents
A storybook held close
A mom and dad’s heartfelt work
Is worked down to the bone
And the leveraging meant everything
And so a palace for a home
The remains of the day
Were never shown, never known
Will I be there?
Will I be there?
When all the stories fade?
When I am out of breath?
My yoke is your yoke is
Resting on our shoulders
And we share the weary load
My yoke is your yoke
We’re just like
Two aging truckers down the road
Two aging truckers down the road
We now work in reverse
We salvage and we save
We fight the rust
One if by land, two if by grace
Sure as the spring will hail
The greenest in all things
Let the freshest of our love set sail
And float the open breeze
Will I be there?
Will I be there?
When all the stories fade?
When I am out of breath?
Will I be there?
Will I be there?
When all the stories oh…
My yoke is your yoke is
Resting on our shoulders
And we share the weary load
My yoke is your yoke
We’re just like
Two aging truckers down the road
Two aging truckers down the road
A horse needs to run
A heart needs to bleed
A horse needs to run
A heart needs to bleed