time - measured in dotted yellow lines has past you by
G C G
and I never said an honest thing to you in all my life
D C
hard times go slowly
G D
and the good times never come
C G D
the world is a motor inn in a iowa highway slum
G D C
when the open road is closing in
Em D A
and you can't say where it ends and you begin
G D C B7
when every truck stop dive's another five years off your life
G D C
when the open road is closing in
Em D A
and the dotted yellow lines begin to spin
G D C B7
when the sky begins to fall on everything you like at all
Am D Am D G
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