Peter McCann - Broken White Line lyrics

Hey bartender, I've got a story to tell There's nobody else here and so what the hell I'll tell you of Billy, a truck-drivin' man He went to Heaven with the wheel in his hand Turn off the jukebox and buy me a beer Drink to your future and it will appear I'll drink to Billy with mud in your eye He's watchin' that broken white line in the sky In a blizzard in Utah with a big overload Our new eighteen-wheeler got blown off the road Two broken shoulders and a crack in my head But I was still livin' and Billy was dead Turn off the jukebox and buy me a beer Drink to your future and it will appear I'll drink to Billy with mud in your eye He's watchin' that broken white line in the sky Well, I missed ol' Billy 'til Saturday night He appeared in a dream and said "Heaven's alright The angels run truck stops where everything's free Drivin' twenty-four hours means nothin' to me The freeway's restricted, no buses or cars And the broken white line here is painted with stars"