Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days
As I drive my goods up and down the motorways
I am the hidden gem of the economy
As I deliver your goods, for your shopping spree
From timber, to tyres, from coffee to cane
I see you pass me by on the fast lane
Up and down the M1
Never stopping till my job is done
Just my thoughts, my radio, and headlights glow
Which blare into towns, you'll never know
I think about my wife and my other loves
As I add my cigarette to pile of stubs
Through rainstorms, and rainbows
I continue down so many roads
Don't even know what's in the back of truck
I just sign the forms and pray for luck
Head beams from the passing traffic
Spellbind me into something magic
Of dreams and visions of what might have been
But the beeping horn, reminds me it's just a dream
