Stopped at a rest stop
On highway forty
I met a trucker
His name was Shorty
He said he tried
Oh how he tried
But in the end it’s
Just a matter of time

He knew my hometown
Shipped stuff there often
Each mile he passed by
Nails in his coffin
And he was tired
He’d grown so tame
We were different but
We were just the same

We talked for hours
Picked up the pieces
We joked and drank and
Paid off our leases
And was it truth?
And was it lie?
‘Cause in the end it’s
Just a matter of time