Beth DeSombre: Music
Between the White Lines
(Beth DeSombre)
Between the White Lines
Just as soon as I was legal I signed on to drive the coal
Didn’t matter where I headed; open road my only goal
Drove the snowplow winter evenings, ice cream van on summer days
If I could I’d drive the mail truck; anything so I could stay
Between the white lines
Between the white lines
I got hired for the long haul shortly after we were wed
Though she hoped for wine and flowers I chose maps and freight instead
Just a phone call at a rest stop let me know that she was gone
But a load was due in Syracuse so I kept moving on
Between the white lines
Between the white lines
With my eyesight slowly fading I now carry lighter loads
If I’m home the weather channel is the way I watch the roads
When time comes to leave this highway I don’t know where I’ll be bound
In a pickup or a Kenworth I was lost but now I’m found
Between the white lines
Between the white lines
Take route 70 from Zanesville after farewell prayers are said
Put my ashes in your flatbed; nowhere else to lay my head
Going eighty down the highway; send me flying proud and free
Drop me where they lay new asphalt so that I’ll forever be
Between the white lines
Between the white lines
Between the white lines
Between . . .
© Beth DeSombre 2007