Story Behind The Song

It's a re-write, and pure imagination. A song of longing for the one you love.

Song Description

Long haul trucker trying to get back home to what he may have lost already, for being on the road all the time...

Lyrics

HERE I AM
©2006 Words and Music by E. Westerlund (STIM)/J. Hallström (STIM)
All Rights Reserved.

Really wish you would pick-up
I can see you sittin' there
Packin' things, deciding what to leave
Guess your gettin' kinda fed-up
And I know it don't seem fair
All the days and nights alone
Waiting by the telephone
I was always long gone...

Here I am, callin' out from this old highway
From Route 59 north of New Orleans
Here I am, tryin' to make it home and I pray
That in spite of all your doubts
We might still work this whole thing out,
Here I am

The other day when I woke up
I could see you lyin' there
And I could tell you'd been cryin' in your sleep
I realize that I messed up
I'm gonna quit his job I swear
After fifteen years hauling heavy loads
From New York State down to Mexico
I'm on my way back...

Here I am, callin' out from this old highway
From a run down truck stop in Tennessee
Here I am, tryin' to make it home and I pray
That in spite of all your doubts
We might still work this whole thing out
Here I am
Yeah, here I am

He drops another quarter in some roadside phone box, in West Virginia
Says, this stretch of blacktop's been an uphill climb
And it feel's like I been runnin' outta time
Can't you hear me?

Here I am, callin' out from this old highway
White lines as far as I can see
Here I am, tryin' to make it home and I pray
That in spite of all your doubts
We might still work this whole thing out
Here I am
Here I am
Here I am
Here I am