I am a long haul driver and I'm leaving at dawnnI don't think that i will see you so I'll leave the porch light onnI know you land at 8 o'clock but I'll be gone by 5nSo I'll be waving out the window as I pass the airport bynnThrough Michigan to Illinois & Indiana, toonI'll turn this rig towards the north but still away from you--nare waltzing in my mind's blue eye & strumming your guitarnTwo thousand miles between us yet I'm never, ever that farnnMy cargo's bound for Winnipeg by way of St. PaulnI'll be picking Brown-Eyed-Susans by the road as twilight fallsnWhen I cross back into Canada, I may stop for a smokenYes, I know these things will kill me but my dear, so might the road.nnThe city lights are rising up the midnight black horizonnI'm wishing you are with me where no passenger is ridingnWith my payload unloaded safely out in St. VitalnI will try to catch the Perps at high & lo before last callnnI am a long haul driver and I'm leaving at dawnnI'll be home before you wake so leave the porch light on.n