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