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Sitting in this old pick up truck,

Miles are running low.

Driving on an endless highway,

I have no place to go.



Lost form within, I can't find my friend,

To come and be by my side.

Feeling so blue, I'm thinking of you,

In this old beat up ride.



Looking out the window,

I hope to see my friend.

But then i think of the things we've done,

no matter how fun its been.

I'm running on emty until the end,

in hopes of seeing you again.



I'm lost within, can't find my friend,

To come and be by my side.

Feeling so blue, I'm thinking of you,

In this old beat up ride.



Now i'm stuck onside this highway,

Praying to dear old God.

You drive by and stop and ask for my name,

then I respond and say, "Thank you God"

I have found my friend and i'm happy again.

She's riding with me by my side.



I'm running on empty

I'll never give up.

Until she is by my my side.