High up in the sky,
the moon is shining bright.
Lighting up the countryside,
in it's soft moonlight.

Soft clouds back-lit,
in it's radiant glow.
Drift across the darkened sky,
as I drive below.

Beauty fills my windshield,
as I drive through the night.
Moonlight bathes the country,
and then the city lights.

Then out into the darkness,
of the countryside again.
And watch the shooting stars,
as darkness starts to wane.

My engine hums so softly,
18 wheels sing along.
And I sing right with them,
singing a truckers song.

Morning finds me driving,
my wife is by my side.
What more could I ever want,
OH, what a glorious ride.

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