On the interstate at midnight, headlights like stars, I’m chasing painted lines and old diner guitars. Dispatch on my phone says the load can’t wait, Coffee cup confessions with a dashboard fate. I’ve got miles on my heart and bugs on my dreams, Paper maps folded into hopeful schemes. You said forever, I said northbound tonight, Promises humming in fluorescent light. Every weigh station whispers what we could be, Love measured in hours, paid by the mile, maybe. I shake off the rain at the state line sign, Turn the radio up, let the chorus align. If this rig’s a kingdom, I’m queen of the road, Writing our story where the white lines go. I’ll meet you at sunrise, chrome kissed by dew, A trucking song echoing—red, blue, and true. Fuel receipts flutter like letters I never sent, Sleeper cab lullabies, tired but heaven bent, When the road gets lonely, I keep rolling through, Because every mile marker points me back to you again always