Two Aging Truckers - Carbon Leaf

A horse needs to run, a heart needs to bleed.

An engine can’t gain the miles if

it’s kept pristine

If the view of change is constant just like I’ve been told is any back yard the

boundless starts to all directions unknown

Will I be there?

Will I be there?

When all the stories fade, when I am out of breath?

My yoke is, your yoke is, restin' on our shoulders and we share the weary load

My yoke is, your yoke

We’re just like two aging truckers down the road

Ah

Ah

Children of our parents, a storybook held close

A mom and dad’s heart-felt work is work down to the bone

And the leveraging meant everything, so a palace for a home

The remains of the day — were never shown, never known

Will I be there?

Will I be there?

When all the stories fade, when I am out of breath?

My yoke is, your yoke is, restin' on our shoulders and we share the weary load

My yoke is, your yoke

We’re just like, two aging truckers down the road

Ah

Ah

We now work in reverse, we salvage and we save

We fight the rust, one if by land, two if by grace

Sure as the spring will hail the greenest in all things

Let the freshest of our love set sail and and float the open breeze

Will I be there?

Will I be there?

When all the stories fade, when I am out of breath?

Will I be there?

Will I be there?

When all the stories oh!

My yoke is, your yoke is, restin' on our shoulders and we share the weary load

My yoke is, your yoke

We’re just like, two aging truckers down the road

Ah

Ah

Two aging truckers down the road

Ah

Ah

Two aging truckers down the road

Ah

Ah

Two aging truckers down the road

Ah

Ah