Trail of Sparks

Eighteen wheeler rolling on

In a flash it was long gone

All anyone saw was a trail of sparks

Lighting up the highway in the dark

By:J.N.R Dutton

Home

He drives a big rig, he’s done it most of his life

His headlights on the highway cutting through

the night like a Bowie knife

He’s probably got a million miles

under his belt, he’s worn out a lot of tires

He’s ready to call it quits

It’s time he soon retire

His wheels, they keep on turning

He’s headed back to the woman

who keeps 

his home fires burning

By: J.N.R Dutton