A horse needs to run A heart needs to bleed An engine can't gain the miles If it's kept pristine If the view of change is constant Just like I've been told Is any backyard the boundless start To all directions unknown? Will I be there? Will I be there When all the stories fade? When I am out of breath? My yoke is your yoke Is resting on our shoulders And we share the weary load My yoke is your yoke We're just like two aging truckers Down the road (Ah ah) Children of our parents A storybook held close A mom and dad's heartfelt work Is worked down to the bone And the leveraging meant everything And so a palace for a home The remains of the day Were never shown, never known Will I be there? Will I be there When all the stories fade? When I am out of breath? My yoke is your yoke Is resting on our shoulders And we share the weary load My yoke is your yoke We're just like two aging truckers Down the road (Ah ah) Two aging truckers down the road We now work in reverse We salvage and we save We fight the rust One if by land, two if by grace Sure as the spring will hail The greenest in all things Let the freshest of our love set sail And float the open breeze Will I be there? Will I be there When all the stories fade? When I am out of breath? Will I be there? Will I be there When all the stories, oh My yoke is your yoke Is resting on our shoulders And we share the weary load My yoke is your yoke We're just like two aging truckers Down the road (Ah ah) Two aging truckers down the road (Ah ah) Two aging truckers down the road (Ah ah) Two aging truckers down the road (Ah ah)