Rewrite The Ending

Rewrite the Ending


Another load that needs a haul.
I pull my rig out on the road.
The traffic’s heavy, at a crawl,
as I move forward with my load.

The gridlock ends. At last I’m free
as I punch on the cruise control.
It’s just the tire’s hum and me
and regrets that still haunt my soul.

(Refrain)
When you’re on life’s road and you're lost
each minute’s passing has a cost.
Don’t close your eyes and keep pretending.
Grab your dream; rewrite the ending.

It’s not the cargo that’s with me;
it’s all the things I’ve left behind.
I miss my wife and family.
This life I chose has not been kind.

The sign warns me, “Weigh In” ahead;
I pull up on the scales and say
“There’s extra cargo on this bed -
just how much does a heartache weigh?”

(Refrain)
When you’re on life’s road and you're lost
each minute’s passing has a cost.
Don’t close your eyes and keep pretending.
Grab your dream; rewrite the ending.

Tonight I’ll be in Galveston,
five hundred miles away from home.
If I could chose and start again
I’d park this truck and never roam.

(Refrain)
When you’re on life’s road and you're lost
each minute’s passing has a cost.
Don’t close your eyes and keep pretending.
Grab your dream; rewrite the ending.

(Fade)
If I could chose and start again …
I'd chuck the truck, avoid the pain.
I’d drive a cab, avoid the pain.
I’d drive a bus, avoid the pain.

Notes
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Prompt: Number 4: “rewrite the ending”

A tip of the ol' Stetson to the greats - "Six Days on the Road" and "Convoy"

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