One more day to get up
At the same time as the sun
The face still a bit pooped
From my four hours of sleep, yeah!
I pull a couple puffs from a cig
Job done for vitamins
And a good mop water coffee
So as to look a bit better, yeah!
I take the Florida's Turnpike
Tomorrow night I'll be in Montmagny
No trucker is not quite Klondike
But you see the country, yeah!
Especially as it makes you realize
What lies behind the beautiful landscapes
There are so many inequalities
And suffering on the faces
The question that constantly gnaws on me
But how do all these people do
To still believe in life
In this hypocrisy
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come back home
And I'm parking my old truck
I see America crying
In my rearview mirror
I'm pulling in my trailer
All the excesses of my time
Frozen overabundance
Doped, over-packed, yeah!
While wishful thinking goes down the drain
Our carelessness is satisfied
It's in the bottom of the containers
That the surplus will rot
The question that constantly gnaws on me
But what will our children do
When nothing is left
But ruins and hunger
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come back home
And I'm parking my old truck
I see America crying
In my rearview mirror
On the Interstate '95
All dreams go out in smoke
A car on fire in a ramp
A fatal accident, yeah!
And in the middle of this jam
No respect for death
Each at their turn plays the horn
So eager to go nowhere
The question that constantly gnaws on me
But where are all these people going?
There are so many cars everywhere
The world turned crazy
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come back home
And I'm parking my old truck
I see America crying
In my rearview mirror
Another highway truck stop
Stuck there to eat shit
It's true that in today's soup
There isn't so much love, yeah!
We killed human warmth
With the chain service
On TV another nutjob
Just triggered a shootout
The question that constantly gnaws on me
But how do these poor people
To cross the whole course
Of a loveless life
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come back home
And I'm parking my old truck
I see America crying
In my rearview mirror
But still, me too
When I drive alone in the night
I wonder sometimes what I'm doing here
Caught in the backcountry, yeah!
I think about everything I missed
With Mimi and the two girls
And I have this fucked feeling
To be a stranger in my own family
The question that constantly gnaws on me,
Why work so much
Get away from those I love
All this to play the game
It's so sad that sometimes
When I'm far from home
Sitting in my old truck
I see America crying
Somewhere deep in my heart