I Wanna Buy Your Truck-Fred Eaglesmith

So many mornings of so many days I'm just dreamin' out my window of going away I dream of white lines, cigarette stops Broken down shoulders, rusty old trucks I wanna buy your truck I don't like what I'm doing I want to give it up I want to do something else I like the way that it shines Hey, I'm really stuck In this life of mine I wanna buy your truck And the dust devil drive shafts, the mirrored mirages Broken silhouettes, falling down garages Chrome grill reflections just out of the lights On to the pavement, into the night I wanna buy your truck I don't like what I'm doing I want to give it up I want to do something else I like the way that it shines Hey, I'm really stuck In this life of mine I wanna buy your truck When I get to the ocean I'm going to drive right in And when it stops I'm going to get out and swim I wanna buy your truck I don't like what I'm doing I want to give it up I want to do something else I like the way that it shines Hey, I'm really stuck In this life of mine I wanna buy your truck I like the way that it shines Hey, I'm really stuck In this life of mine I wanna buy your truck