I saw him sitting in his chair in the corner of the room
He was catching up on sleep lost driving beneath the moon
Grandpa was a truck driver
Oh, he was always on the road
Until God said one day, “William, my son, it’s time to go”
I came home from school one day to see my mother’s face so red
The doctor’s said they found something
Found something in grandpa’s head
I refused to believe this
As God opened Heaven’s door
My mother spent so many nights screaming and crying
I felt so depressed because her father was dying
They say cancer spreads real fast and it will be over soon
But it wasn’t fast enough
It was a fight I knew he’d lose
My family torn asunder by the empty seat at the table
I wish we could smile and move on
We just weren’t able
All of us who were left never stopped to wonder why
The Lord came along and took him to the sky
It’s been a couple of years since he disappeared
I see his life in photographs
I choke up and let loose the tears
Grandpa was a truck driver
He drove beneath the moon
And then he left with his last breath
Someday I’ll see him again and we’ll be a family
We’ll talk about the years we missed
Driving down the highway