He keeps the celluloid tight
Under a humming blue light
He sells the gas and the snacks
Watching the midnight trucks track
He's the king of the lonely road
Carrying a heavy load
Waiting for the light to turn
Watching all the fuel oil burn
Coffee in a plastic cup
He waits for the sun to come up
He knows every crack in the floor
He knows who walks through the door
He's the king of the lonely road
Carrying a heavy load
Waiting for the light to turn
Watching all the fuel oil burn
The projector hums in his head
While the sleepy travelers tread
He cuts the film with a blade
Counting the money he made
He's the king of the lonely road
Carrying a heavy load
Waiting for the light to turn
Watching all the fuel oil burn
He wipes the grease from his hand
The only man in this land
He keeps the old engine in gear
The only sound he can hear
He's the king of the lonely road
Carrying a heavy load
Waiting for the light to turn
Watching all the fuel oil burn
Just keep it spinning.
Spliced it right this time.
Yeah, that's the one.
