Song Description

A song about crossing over.

Lyrics

This old red truck's been a faithful guide
From Ocean City to Oceanside
But the tires are smooth
And the road is rough
Think this may be her last ride...

This road's comin' to an end
Up ahead, round the bend
Drove too fast, went too far, too soon, again
The pavement ends, the fields begin...

This wounded soul has steered a course
On roads with potholes of remorse
Though its eyes are dim
Still they see the light
Of greener fields for this old horse