THE WHEELS JUST
KEEP ON TURNING!
By Poet/Artist/Truck Driver Trevor Hardwick
A few years ago, I was stuck in Spokane, WA waiting for Monday to arrive so I could finally load for home. I had been gone for the better part of two weeks, and was starting to miss home. I was kickin’ back in my motel room when I started pondering my career choice. I’ve always loved trucking and have been away from home for, sometimes, months at a time. But when I have to sit or layover I begin to reflect on other things I could be doing instead. It made me think of the different perspectives that my wife and I have regarding my love for trucking. While I might be out here on the road seeing the country and thinking about the next cool thing I can do to my truck or the neat places I get to see, she might be back at home thinking about that machine I love so much that pulls me away from her sight continually. While I get lost in the romance that the highway has to offer, she waits at home wondering what could be so romantic about a truck. Two different perspectives, for sure! I wrote this poem, in that motel room, to try to illustrate that our views may differ, but one thing is for sure - the wheels just keep on turning in our minds.
WHEELS KEEP TURNING (IN MY MIND)
By Trevor Hardwick - June 12, 2002
Nothing makes the miles go by, like daydreaming of home.
It brings me back to piece of mind, wherever I may roam.
And I miss my home, as the wheels just keep on turning in my mind.
When time drags on and the setting sun, is burning in my eyes.
The thoughts keep racing through my mind, of sleepless lonely nights.
And I miss my home, as the wheels just keep on turning in my mind.
I have nothing else to do out here, but think to pass the time.
I know she’s back at home alone, and I hope she’s doing fine.
And I think of her, as the wheels just keep on turning in my mind.
Nothing makes the clock tick slow, like sitting home alone.
My job keeps me away from her, and our love is via phone.
And she misses me, as the wheels just keep on turning in her mind.
These 18 wheels I’m traveling on, they feed my traveling bones.
But she can’t help but think about, just when they’ll bring me home.
And she misses me, as the wheels just keep on turning in her mind.
She has things that she could do, but missing me consumes her time.
She knows I’m out here missing her, and chasing that white line.
And she thinks of me, as the wheels just keep on turning in her mind.
These wheels turning in my mind, are fast and sometimes slow.
But they take me places back in time, that 18 wheels won’t go.
And I think back, as the wheels just keep on turning in my mind.
These wheels that I’m rolling on, will take me home this time.
And knowing that I’m almost there, just keeps me in my prime.
Now I’m getting close, as the wheels just keep on turning in my mind.
They’re humming on the asphalt, and they sing a lullaby.
I think they’ll call my number soon, and to heaven I will drive.
But until then I’ll wait, as the wheels just keep on turning in my mind.