I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way   Days would not be wasted on this drive   And I want so bad to hold you   Some of the things I haven't told you   Your mom and me just couldn't get along      So I'll drive   And I'll think about my life   And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside   Everytime I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line and I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride      A day might come and you'll realize that if you could see through my eyes   There was no other way to work it out   And a part of you might hate me   But son please don´t mistake me For a man that didn't care at all      So I'll drive   And I'll think about my life   And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside   Everytime I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line and I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride      So when you drive   And the years go flying by   I hope you smile   If I ever cross your mind   It was a pleasure of my life   And I cherished every time   And my whole world   It begins and ends with you   On that Highway 20 ride...