Miles to Go

Verse 1 Steel door slams at the break of dawn, Coffee in a thermos, engine on. BQE crawl, Van Wyck slow, Brick-cold morning, miles to go. Pallets stacked high, stores to fill, Schleppin’ through boroughs with iron will. Cold wind bites but the motor sings, Every mile traveled wears no king. Chorus Miles to go, city runs in my veins, From the hard work hours to the blood and the strain. No tip, no trip, no POD, no pay, We’re the backbone drivers of the U.S.A. Verse 2 Bronx bodegas, downtown lights, Brooklyn alleys, long wet nights. Bridge lights burning, Hudson near, Keep this freight line rolling clear. Stacked orders waiting, backstock deep, Dreams don’t rest and the roads don’t sleep. Hands on the wheel, caffeine fire, Chasing the grind, never tire. Chorus Miles to go, city runs in my veins, From the hard work hours to the blood and the strain. No tip, no trip, no POD, no pay, We’re the backbone drivers of the U.S.A. Bridge Storm clouds rise but we don’t turn back, Shoulder the load down a one-lane track. Through the gridlock, rain, and the fight, Ghosts of the highway fade in the night. Final Chorus Miles to go, city runs in my veins, From the brick-cold mornings to the sweat and the pain. No tip, no trip, no POD, no pay, We’re the backbone drivers of the U.S.A. Outro Sun comes up, and the streets still flow, Another road calling, miles to go.