My dad drove a dump truck.
I didn't follow in his footsteps,
but I learned a little, here and there.
Driving a big truck isn't easy,
but backing it up is harder.
The loading is tough,
but unloading is more challenging.
There's a guy in town
who takes old Crown Vics,
repaints them in ultra violet
and bioluminescent green,
paints letters down the side,
airbrushed art and big logos,
and gives old cars
a new lease on life.
The car's second life is more fun
than its first.
That old dump truck,
I reckon I could do something with it.
I could fix it up,
I could make it look better and run better,
and then I can use it —
I can make myself useful.
There's lots of precious cargo in this world,
and I want to take part in the hauling,
to take part in the delivery, to meet needs,
to answer prayers, and
to get someone a little closer to their dreams.
