Sleepin’ in the Front Seat
(Words and Music by Doug Hoekstra)

I like drivin’ at night
When no one’s on the road
Except the long-distance truckers
Workin’ on a roll
The reception on the radio is so much clearer
If you get far enough from the city
You can even see the stars
 
Once, I drove off the shoulder
Parked my car along a field
Saw rows and rows of corn
Swayin’ gently in the breeze
I tuned in a talk show, comin’ in from Kansas City
And fell asleep to voices
I would never hear again

Sleepin’ in the front seat
With my feet up on the dash
I think I’ll slip into the back seat
And dream of long ago

When my daddy did the drivin’
Back then, it seemed impossible
I would ever be arrivin’
In a flash, without him
And look back to see my own boy
Watchin’ stars pass by the window
The way I used to do
When everything was new
I never dreamed of growin’ old
When night blanketed the road
And he took care of everything
And nothin’ seemed impossible
 
When I was sleepin’ in the back seat
So many years ago
I’m gonna hold him tight
I’m gonna think of him tonight