USR · 6 · 12:00–18:00

*música sureña*

It gets pretty dark on those long lonely highways.

Just me and my cabin with its nine pairs of wheels.

I'm far from the cities, the middle of nowhere.

But I know where to go with my truck full of love.

I ain't never got lonely, ain't never got sad...

'Cause I know where I'm haulin' a truck full of love...

I pull up to the stop. Fill up, get a burger.

A woman in the diner comes over and smiles.

'Are you looking for love? You need a companion?'

'Got one,' I say, and go to my truck full of love...