Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Sitting in my rig, sun's settin' low,
In this truck stop lot, just watchin' time flow.
Fuel gauge is full, but my wallet's runnin' dry,
Got my hands on the wheel, but no place to drive.

(Chorus)
I’m waiting on the message, or dispatch to call,
Just a ghost in the cab, feelin' small.
Clock's tickin' slow, and the coffee's gone cold,
Wastin' time and makin' no money, man, it's gettin' old.

(Verse 2)
Eighteen wheels roll, but I'm stuck in this chair,
Scrollin' through my phone, but I ain't goin' nowhere.
Dreamin' 'bout the open road, but I sit here my trailer bare!
But tonight I'm just a number, and nobody could care!

(Chorus)
I’m waiting on the message, for dispatch to call,
Just a ghost in the cab, feelin' small.
Clock's tickin' slow, and the coffee's gone cold,
Wastin' time and makin' no money, man, it's gettin' old.

(Bridge)
I see the drivers rollin’, livin' the dream,
But here I am stuck, and it ain't what it seems.
Got a family to feed, bills piling high,
Just a road warrior waitin', under a gloomy sky.

(Verse 3)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get lucky and roll,
Chasin' down the sunset, feelin in my soul.
But tonight I’m just parked, in this lonely old lot,
Hoping for a signal, prayin' for a shot.

(Chorus)
I’m waiting on the message, for dispatch to call,
Just a ghost in the cab, feelin' small.
Clock's tickin' slow, and the coffee's gone cold,
Wastin' time and makin' no money, man, it's gettin' old.

(Outro)
So here’s to the dreamers, the ones on the road,
I’ll keep on waitin', carryin' no load.
One day I’ll break free, take back what’s mine,
But for now, I’m just here, waiting on the call.
Yeah, just waiting for dispatch to get on the ball!