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
Some of the things I havent told you
Your mom and me just couldnt get along

So ill drive
And Ill think about my life
And wonder why,
Ill 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 youll 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 didnt care at all

So ill drive
And Ill think about my life
And wonder why,
Ill 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....