I met her in Virginia, The second day of Fall
She was serving in a Diner where trucking men would call
And her eyes were full of kindness with a heart to melt the snow
But the men she served at table didn't care to know
But I loved her in that moment and I longed to tell her so
But the diesel whistle called me. I didn't want to go
Now I doubt she even noticed as I watched her from the door
I'd give an arm to stay there with her but I'd see her never more
But I loved her in that moment. I longed to tell her so
But the diesel whistle called me. I didn't want to go
There are roads we might have taken, One we chose to go
Would she love me if I told her? I'll never know
But her eyes were full of kindness; a heart to melt the snow
But the diesel whistle called me. I didn't want to go