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The dispatcher calls me, tells me I need to be there before noon,
As if the miles could disappear with a simple click.
I tell him, "Impossible, I'm running out of time today,"
But he keeps pushing, keeps pushing, without hearing what I say.
He doesn't understand that the road isn't an algorithm,
That a detour or an accident can change the rhythm.
Behind his screen, everything seems easy to calculate,
But I'm the one out here having to adapt.
He doesn't understand my reality, life out on the road, The long hours behind the wheel from dawn till dusk. All that matters to him is looking good in front of the bosses, And earning his bonus, no matter what it costs.
The dispatcher calls me, tells me I don't have a choice, That he's the one in charge and I have to follow his orders. But my real boss is the road and all its moods, The traffic, the weather, and the speed limits too. I can't speed up time just to make him happy, Nor risk my life and end up paying the price. Every day brings its share of surprises, And no Excel spreadsheet has ever predicted those.
He doesn't understand my reality, life out on the road, The long hours behind the wheel from dawn till dusk. All that matters to him is looking good in front of the bosses, And earning his bonus, no matter what it costs.
I don't care, I've got nothing to prove to anyone, I know my limits, I know my worth, I know my trade. I'd rather arrive late than never arrive at all. The road has taught me respect and patience, Not empty promises or reckless decisions.
He doesn't understand my reality, life out on the road, The long hours behind the wheel from dawn till dusk. All that matters to him is looking good in front of the bosses, And earning his bonus, no matter what it costs.
He doesn't understand my reality, the reality of those on the road, The ones facing the highways while he watches numbers from afar. But when the day is done and the engine falls silent, I know I've done my part, and that's enough to keep me moving on.
He doesn't understand my reality, life out on the road, The long hours behind the wheel from dawn till dusk. All that matters to him is looking good in front of the bosses, And earning his bonus, no matter what it costs.
The dispatcher calls me, tells me I don't have a choice, That he's the one in charge and I have to follow his orders. But my real boss is the road and all its moods, The traffic, the weather, and the speed limits too. I can't speed up time just to make him happy, Nor risk my life and end up paying the price. Every day brings its share of surprises, And no Excel spreadsheet has ever predicted those.
He doesn't understand my reality, life out on the road, The long hours behind the wheel from dawn till dusk. All that matters to him is looking good in front of the bosses, And earning his bonus, no matter what it costs.
I don't care, I've got nothing to prove to anyone, I know my limits, I know my worth, I know my trade. I'd rather arrive late than never arrive at all. The road has taught me respect and patience, Not empty promises or reckless decisions.
He doesn't understand my reality, life out on the road, The long hours behind the wheel from dawn till dusk. All that matters to him is looking good in front of the bosses, And earning his bonus, no matter what it costs.
He doesn't understand my reality, the reality of those on the road, The ones facing the highways while he watches numbers from afar. But when the day is done and the engine falls silent, I know I've done my part, and that's enough to keep me moving on.