it's hot in the cab, the temperature is rising
the sun's beating down on the hood and the dash inside.
these summer days are starting to mock me,
I can't get you off of my mind
eyes blurry the day seems to be coming to an end now,
as the moon rises the sun slips into hiding
as the sun sets it paints this evening sky red
I'm down trodden, yeah I'm different,
I stand out, I can't fix it
and I'm happy sorta happy sometimes I hear the clock droning on
times passing people laughing content with how there life's dragging
a man watches, always watching, tears fall for a hope lost.
flares glaring, hells churning, can't you feel your blood burning?