When the Open Road Is Closing In

Time - measured in dotted yellow lines that pass you by

and I never said an honest thing to you in all my life

hard times go slowly and the good times never come

the world is a motor and in a mile I'll be stuck

when the open road is closing in

and you can't say where it ends and you begin

when every truckstop dive's another five years off your

life

when the open road is closing in

and the dotted yellow lines begin to spin

and the sky begins to fall on every thing you like at all

you won't be coming home again

Ciao - you keep on grounding in the roads between the

towns

now I have been closing all the shutters in the house

I know you'll be back when every tree is turning brown

you'll find the house is empty and the swingset fallen

down

when the open road is closing in

and you can't say where it ends and you begin

when every truckstop dive's another five years off your

life

when the open road is closing in

and the dotted yellow lines begin to spin

and the sky begins to fall on every thing you like at all

you won't be coming home again