Part of the thrill is you think he might die up there
You think he might keel over sideways
Wouldn’t that be something to see
And any guy here could learn to sing like this
And she might love you
But not like she loves me

See, I wasn’t straight when I wrote that
I was carving a name
And I was praying that no one was ever gonna love me again
And I was late for something
Every hour of every day
And completely alone somewhere out on the prairie
In a truck full of money

And when I got home
Or even halfway, love
I had to call you to figure out where my apartment was
And though I know most of my job ain’t right
But you sure don’t mind going out every night

See, I wasn’t straight when I wrote that
I was carving a name
And I was praying that no one was ever gonna love me again
And I was late for something
Every hour of every day
And completely alone somewhere out on the prairie
In a truck full of money

Maybe someday we’ll be
Closer to what our father’s had
Plenty of love never been in
Some truck full of money