Truck Stop-Chris Rea

I see everybody trying to break free Boy, girl, man or woman it's all the same to me I take the money, smile and say thank you See their freedom fade away from the place they're going to All the single souls A thousand stories to be told They cut loose, out here, standing all alone Something tells me they ain't rushing Ain't rushing To get home Down at the truckstop Step out your truck or car Nobody knows who you really are Truck stop Did you lose or did you win Nobody knows, you can be anything Down at the truck stop ... The only piece of life that you feel free You can pretend you are What you always wanted to be Gas tank full and a dream still gets to you Oh the great big you That no one ever knew Truck stop, you're not what you left behind Truck stop, you're free from the ties that bind Truck stop, one thousand stories to be told Truck stop Down at the truck stop Step out your truck or car Nobody knows who you really are Truck stop Did you lose or did you win Nobody knows, you can be anything Down at the truck stop ...