Another day to get up
At the same time as the sun
My face still a bit puffy
From my four hours of sleep, yeah
I take a couple of puffs of a cigarette
Job done for the vitamins
And a good mop water coffee
To look a bit better
Yeah

I take the Florida Turnpike
And tomorrow night, I'm in Montmagny
No, trucking isn't really the Klondike
But you see the country, yeah
Above all, it makes you realize
That behind the beautiful landscapes
There's so much inequality
And suffering on the faces

The question I always ask myself
But how do all these people
Still believe in life
In this hypocrisy?
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come home
And I park my old truck
I see all of America crying
In my rearview mirror

Me, I drag in my trailer
All the excesses of my time
The frozen overabundance
Shot, overpackaged, yeah
While the pious wishes slip in the butter
That our carelessness is satiated
It's in the bottom of the containers
That the surpluses can rot

The question I always ask myself
But what will our children do
When there will be nothing left
But ruins and hunger?
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come home
And I park my old truck
I see all of America crying
In my rearview mirror

On Interstate 95
All dreams go up in smoke
A car on fire in a ramp
A fatal accident, yeah
And in the middle of this traffic jam
No respect for death
Everyone takes turns honking
So eager to go nowhere

The question I always ask myself
But where are all these people going?
There are so many cars everywhere
The world has gone mad
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come home
And I park my old truck
I see all of America crying
In my rearview mirror

Another highway truck stop
Stuck eating crap
It's true that in the soup of the day
There's not much love left, yeah
We killed human warmth
With chain service
On TV, another sick person
Just started a shooting

The question I always ask myself
But how do these poor people
Get through the course
Of a life without love?
It's so sad that sometimes
When I come home
And I park my old truck
I see all of America crying
In my rearview mirror

Yeah, still, me too
When I drive alone at night
I sometimes wonder what I'm doing here
Stuck in the backcountry, yeah
I think about all I've missed
With Mimi and the two girls
And I have this fucked up feeling
Of being a stranger in my own family

The question I always ask myself
Why work so much
Away from those I love
All this to play the game?
It's so sad that sometimes
When I'm far from home
Sitting in my old truck
I have all of America crying
Somewhere deep in my heart

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