The nigh sky covered in the light of the bright crescent moon,
The long and distant road surrounded by the dark bush,
Slow humming of the 10-cylinder engine changing gears,
Another day passes, the sun set and the moon rose,
I still travel along a lonesome road,
Town by town, a phone call to the family,
Four trailers down to one,
Another stop and it will all be done,
The tyres are down to their last tread,
They are like the last hairs on my head,
The moon again...Mack's headlights are the sun of the night,
My last day is only in the distance...I see it lurking,
My last trailer’s gone and its time to head for the hills, head for home,
The sun rises once again for my last day,
I see the house; I see my family,
I am home once again
For another break in the tiring life of a truckie
