The hardest thing I have to do is walk away, leaving you. That long stretch of lonesome’s callin’ out my name. I got a job to do.
When the sun sets I know we’ll be miles apart, but you’ll stay on my mind till you’re back in my arms.
I’ll be missing you, callin’ home every night that I’m gone.
Just to hear you say you miss me too.
I’ll be countin down every day, praying God will keep you safe.
Until the Highway leads me back to you, I’ll be missing you
Every town has a name, but their just dots on an old road map. They ain’t home.
I catch myself in the rearview mirror lookin’ back, when I’m alone.
Truck stop coffee, red tail lights pushing through the pourin’ rain.
A day, a week, a month. To me it’s all the same.
I’ll be missing you. Oh girl, I’ll be missing you!
Yea, yea. The hardest thing I have to do is walk away. Leaving you.