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