Truck Bed

Hiss, rattle, hum

Tell me the coast is clear

Is it safe to lift my head up now that you're no longer here?

I like the shade and safety while you covered up my head

But the sunshine on my shoulders reminds me that I'm not dead

Who do you need when you've been sipping on something?

Is there anyone to call when your feet get tired of running?

I see the way you're moving like you want me still

But don't waste your bullets if you're not shooting to kill

Bumping along in the truck bed like my daddy