time - measured in dotted yellow lines has past you by
SOL DO SOL
and I never said an honest thing to you in all my life
RE DO
hard times go slowly
SOL RE
and the good times never come
DO SOL RE
the world is a motor inn in a iowa highway slum
SOL RE DO
when the open road is closing in
MIm RE LA
and you can't say where it ends and you begin
SOL RE DO SI7
when every truck stop dive's another five years off your life
SOL RE DO
when the open road is closing in
MIm RE LA
and the dotted yellow lines begin to spin
SOL RE DO SI7
when the sky begins to fall on everything you like at all
LAm RE LAm RE SOL
you won't be coming home again
ciao you keep on drowning in the roads between the towns
now i have been closing all the shutters in the house
well i know you'll be back when every tree is turning brown
you'll find the house is empty and the swingset's fallen down