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

Son, there's things I haven't told you

Your mom and me just couldn't get along

So I'll drive

And I think about my life

And wonder why I'll slowly die inside

Everytime 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

A 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 all

So I drive

And I think about my life

And wonder why I'll slowly die inside

Everytime 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

So when you drive

And the years go flying by

I hope you smile

If I ever cross your mind

It was a pleasure of my life

And I cherished every time

And my whole world

It begins and ends with you

On that Highway 20 ride....