Lyrics

© 2021 W. Broekman

I've been trying hard as hell
To re-find my drive in a world gone insane
It's been three weeks since you've up and left me
Never expected you to cause that pain

Was told you'd take me anywhere
That finding the way was the thing you did well
I'd just sit here and enjoy the ride, but
I never told you to take me to hell

Saved you that whiskey on the shelf
You carried home from Seven Stills in the dark
I know I'm not supposed to drink and drive
But I'd thought we'd go somewhere and park

I always trusted you to take the wheel
And gave you full control of our fate
They said I could always use the override
But they never warned me that it could be too late

But that morning I walked out the door
Expecting you waiting and ready to play
I found nothing but an empty space
And could see you were a hundreds miles away

Never thought I'd be the first
To write a country song
'bout my self-driving truck that up and left me
Cryin', all alone, man!!

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