White lines hum like a lullaby, Diesel breath in the frozen night. Dashboard lights in red and green, Radio prayers in between. There’s a truck stop glow on exit nine, Plastic wreaths and burned-out signs. Coffee’s weak but it keeps me straight, Another logbook, another state. Your picture’s taped to the visor frame, Missing teeth, your crooked name. They’re lighting trees back home tonight, I’m chasing daylight through sleet and ice. Every mile’s a promise I keep, Even when you’re fast asleep. I’m miles from the mistletoe, Miles from the firelight glow. While the world is home and holding close, I’m hauling hope down icy roads. If love could ride these yellow lines, I’d be home by Christmas time. But tonight I drive so you don’t go without— I’m miles from the mistletoe now. Snow keeps sliding past the glass, CB chatter, towns I pass. Every load’s a promise kept, Every mile’s a little less rest. I miss your laugh down the hallway late, Miss your voice saying “don’t be late.” I keep the radio turned down low, So I don’t hear what I already know. This road keeps asking for a little more, So I give it everything it’s got in store. I’m miles from the mistletoe, Miles from the firelight glow. If sacrifice is love spelled out, Then this is what it’s all about. I’ll keep these wheels turning through the night, For your tomorrow, for your light. Even when my heart’s already home somehow— I’m miles from the mistletoe now. Daddy? I found my way back… Daddy’s home.
