Rollin’ down the highway, eighteen wheels hum low, Windshield wide and endless, miles and miles to go. I glance up at the heavens, and there she comes around, Her smile is softly painted in the silver, drifting clouds. Pictures in the clouds, carry me back home, Every mile I drive, I’m less alone. From the morning sky to the setting sun, I see her face ‘til this long haul’s done. Sundown paints the mountains, in a purple, golden flame, The clouds stretch like her silhouette, calling out my name. The sun dips low behind me, but still my heart can see, Her shadow in the ridgeline, waiting there for me. Pictures in the clouds, carry me back home, Every mile I drive, I’m less alone. From the morning sky to the setting sun, I see her face ‘til this long haul’s done. At a lonely truck stop, morning breaks the night, First cloud in the sunrise holds her gentle light. Coffee warms my fingers, but her memory warms my soul, Her love’s the map I’m following ‘til I’m safe at home. Pictures in the clouds, carry me back home, Every mile I drive, I’m less alone. From the morning sky to the setting sun, I see her face ‘til this long haul’s done. Back out on the blacktop, horizon stretching wide, The clouds keep whispering hope with every mile I drive. One more day, one more night, then I’ll be back in her arms, No cloud can hold a candle to the comfort of her charm. Pictures in the clouds, carry me back home, Every mile I drive, I’m less alone. From the morning sky to the setting sun, I see her face ‘til my journey’s done.
