Highway 20 Ride

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way
Days would not be wasted on this drive
And I want so bad to hold you
Some of the things I haven't told you
Your mom and me just couldn't get alongSo I'll drive
And I'll think about my life
And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside
Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line
And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 rideA day might come and you'll realize that if you could see through my eyes
There was no other way to work it out
And a part of you might hate me
But son please don't mistake me For a man that didn't care at allSo I'll drive
And I'll think about my life
And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside
Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line
And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride