It's 5 a.m. and she's got his coffee thermos when he walks out the door
And it's him and his truck down a road
He drove to work for 30 years or more
Hired on at only 17 still kinda wet behind his ears
And this morning on his desk there's a note that confirms his fears

They were making some changes upstairs
And they said they were sorry
Then they thanked me for my years
They said I was getting old and now it's time to go

Luckily all the kids are grown and gone
And it's just him and her
And at 52 he's scared as hell and wonders how this all occurred
So he's driving back home at 6 a.m. for the first time in his life
And besides knowing how to do nothing else
He wonders how he's gonna tell his wife

They were making some changes upstairs
And they said they were sorry
Then they thanked me for my years
They said I was getting old and now it's time to go

So he thinks, at least I still got my health
One good wife and some dusty trophies on my shelf
But the question in his heart still remains
What in the hell am I gonna do with myself?