Chris Rea Truck Stop
I see everybody trying to break free
Boy, girl, man or woman it's all the same to me
I take the money, smile and say thank you
See their freedom fade away from the place they're
Going to
All the single souls
A thousand stories to be told
They cut loose, out here, standing all alone
Something tells me they ain't rushing
Ain't rushing
To get home
Down at the truckstop
Step out your truck or car
Nobody knows who you really are
Truck stop
Did you lose or did you win
Nobody knows, you can be anything
Down at the truck stop ...
The only piece of life that you feel free
You can pretend you are
What you always wanted to be
Gas tank full and a dream still gets to you
Oh the great big you
That no one ever knew
Truck stop, you're not what you left behind
Truck stop, you're free from the ties that bind
Truck stop, one thousand stories to be told
Truck stop
Down at the truck stop
Step out your truck or car
Nobody knows who you really are
Truck stop
Did you lose or did you win
Nobody knows, you can be anything
Down at the truck stop ...