Truck

Feel my hand on the ride Look to your side Stare me in the mouth When I talk sometimes This truck, it likes me It runs without keys In the country All the time, an idea kept me inside I won't go home tonight You're going through with it If there is trouble I will run from it All the time All the time My feet hang from a concrete wall At the pool, five feet away The sun won't hit you if you say All the time, an idea kept me inside I won't go home tonight You're going through with it If there is trouble I will run from it All the time All the time