He parks the rig by the old stone wall
The city lights make him feel so small
His boots are heavy with highway grime
He is just killing a little time
He climbs the stairs to a terrace view
The evening sky is a velvet blue
The zinc roofs shine in a silver row
While the street lamps start to softly glow
Oh, he is drifting on a Paris night
Watching the rooftops in the pale light
Far from the road and the humming gear
The world is quiet and the air is clear
He tastes the coffee in a paper cup
He looks around as the moon wakes up
The smell of diesel is on his skin
Where the city ends and the roads begin
Oh, he is drifting on a Paris night
Watching the rooftops in the pale light
Far from the road and the humming gear
The world is quiet and the air is clear
He thinks of home and the open plains
The steady rhythm of the summer rains
A thousand miles in a heavy load
A lonely man on a dusty road
He sees a window with a yellow flare
A lonely woman with a golden hair
She looks at him from a balcony
And for a second he is feeling free
He checks his watch and he turns the key
He sails away like a ship at sea
The iron engine begins to roar
He leaves the city for a distant shore
Oh, he is drifting on a Paris night
Watching the rooftops in the pale light
Far from the road and the humming gear
The world is quiet and the air is clear
Diesel and zinc.
Just a little break.
Keep it rolling.
