Another day getting up at the same time as the sun
My face still messed up from my four hours of sleep yeah
I take a few pulls from a cig, job done for the vitamins
And another mop water coffee to give myself a better air
Yeah
I take the Florida Turnpike
Tomorrow evening I'm in Montmagny
Being a trucker ain't the Klondike
But you see quite a bit of country yeah
Especially since it makes you realize
That behind the nice landscapes
There's so much inequality
And suffering on the faces
The question I keep asking myself
But how do all those people
Keep believing in life through this hypocrisy
It's so sad that sometimes when I get back home
And I park my old truck
I see the whole of America cry
In my rearview mirror
I drag around in my trailer
All the excesses of my epoch
Overabundance overfrozen shot overwrapped yeah
While wishful thinking goes nowhere
That our carelessness is sated
It's at the bottom of containers
That will rot the surpluses
The question I keep asking myself
But what will our children do
When there will be nothing left
But ruins and hunger
It's so sad that sometimes when I get back home
And I park my old truck
I see the whole of America cry
In my rearview mirror
On Interstate 95
Up in smoke go up all the dreams
A burning car in the ramp
A fatal accident yeah
And in the middle of this traffic jam
No respect for death
Each in turn plays their car horn
In such a hurry to get nowhere
The question I keep asking myself
But where are all those people going
There's so many cars everywhere
The world has gone crazy
It's so sad that sometimes when I get back home
And I park my old truck
I see the whole of America cry
In my rearview mirror
Another highway truck stop
Stuck eating bullshit
It's true that in the soup of the day
There's not much love left yeah
We killed human warmth
With chain service
On TV another madman
Just started a mass shooting
The question I keep asking myself
But how do all those people
Manage to go through
A whole life without love
It's so sad that sometimes when I get back home
And I park my old truck
I see the whole of America cry
In my rearview mirror
But after all I too
When I'm rolling all alone at night
I ask myself what the fuck I'm doing here
Stuck in the back country yeah
I think about all I've missed
With Mimi and both my daughters
And I get that fucked up feeling
Of being a stranger in my own family
The question I keep asking myself
Why keep working so much
Afar from those I love
All that to play the game
It's so sad that sometimes when I'm far away from home
Sitting in my old truck
I have the whole of America crying
Somewhere at the bottom of my heart
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