The sound of trucks upon the road would make me dream, Like a distant call beyond the golden gleam. For a ten-year-old boy with wonder in his eyes, Every headlight in the night held a new surprise. The endless highways, changing seasons rolling by, Painted in my heart a song beneath the sky.

The mighty roar of diesel engines running strong, From giants made of steel that seemed to roll along forever long, Made my spirit beat in rhythm with their song, Like thunder drums of power carrying me on. Through the morning mist and across the open land, I could feel my destiny taking shape at hand.

Sometimes I close my eyes and I can still see clear, The sunrise on the highway drawing near. Behind the wheel, eating up the miles ahead, From the break of dawn until the daylight fled. I know what I want, I know what I will be, Driving is my life, the dream that lives in me.

And when the stars shine brightly over every road, I feel the highway calling, lifting every load. Day and night a voice keeps echoing in my soul: “Go farther, never give up, keep reaching for your goal.” So I step into the future with my heart set free, For the dream of a young boy has become my destiny.