All smoke and mirrors

I left out Sunday morning, with a hot load on my back
Son, you got to get it here cause our supplies won’t last
I made my drop on Tuesday, then I headed for the shore I’m already feeling lonely and I’ve got twenty-five days more

Now I don’t believe in speeding and safety is the key
I keep my old truck in tip top shape cause no one needs to bleed
them old scales don’t bother me I keep good weight and logs
but something snaps inside my head when I’ve been gone to long

chorus:
It’s all smoke and mirrors when I’ve been gone to long
eight-inch stacks are rolling coal when I’m trying to get home
well, I can smell the bacon, and I can see her pretty face
It’s all smoke and mirrors, when I’m headed for the old home place


I see my children playing through the windshield of my mind
that old grass is getting tall, it really needs my time
Sharon’s on the front porch man she’s lookin’ fine
Looking in the rearview mirrors of what I left behind

It’s all smoke and mirrors when I’ve been gone to long
eight-inch stacks are rolling coal when I’m trying to get home
well, I can smell the bacon, and I can see her pretty face
It’s all smoke and mirrors, when I’m headed for the old home place

It’s all smoke and mirrors kinda like an Indianapolis race