Like a truck you’ve got to barrel through the roadblocks set by littler people than you.
Like a truck you’ve got to leave your mark, then get back to the jet black of the dark.
Taken for a ride by the road signs, you’ve lost your way. When you’re crossing this ocean, there’s just one way to navigate.
Let saddest streets and darkest stars separate the moonbeams from the cars. Like a truck you’ve got to feed them dust and seek out hidden channels to find the ones to trust.