well heaven knows
and heaven lies
I'm travelling down
this road
under.. stationary skies

the distances are vast
I can see no end
its easy just to dream
it's easy to pretend

if my truck was an angel
if my truck had wings
I'd fly past all the corners
that this world brings

I'd fly down to Texas
just to say that I did
I'd hold the world
in a coffee jar
and then I'd close the lid

but my truck is an old one
and my clothes ain't new
so I turn on the radio
and I think of you

if my truck was an angel

I heard there's a mountain
at the end of this track
I don't take shit from anyone
I ain't coming back

because the sky is endless
and the trees are new
and when the world is greenest
I don't want to be blue

If my truck was an angel
if my truck had wings
then every sign would be songbirds
as the mileage sings