(One two three two two three) And there's no one, there's nothing to do In this whole window settle down And it's too the feeling's allow I don't know why I've been feeling like this As my eyes close I become the truck driver And in light seems like it's true And as my past fades away (fades away) Fades away (fades away), fades away (fades away) And all those things I ought to say (ought to say) Ought to say (ought to say), ought to say (ought to say) I don't know the way Bricks we have to lay Some day it'll be my day but not today Or the next day And maybe the day after It's so cold in this house Don't have a full blood count Never's the ending to flow Choice is the antique old Ahhh And I become the truck driver And in light it seems like it's true