The Dream

The Dream BOB OLDREIVE Hey, driver, let me feel the wind again Won’t you roll your wheels and try to catch the sun By twelve o’clock the Texas skies can burn the haze off my eyes Tomorrow with a thousand miles behind Where the cactus stretch their arms up in the sky Then we’ll play that desert town where the girls still smile and the world is still round chorus I can’t change a thing when the rollin’ life is in my veins Sometimes it hurts me so, my baby says she has to go She says I’m a dreamer and she’s awoken from the dream bridge Tonight the truckers own the air, so give a shout and they’ll know we’re here Two full tanks and all we’ve got is time Climbing hills on an asphalt snake, you haven’t slept but you’re wide awake The bad jokes on the CBs get you by