Blacktop
It’s a sleepy little town on the edge of the river
It’s clear, cold, and deep
With nothing moving most of the time
Except the water and me
And the only thing to do on any giving night
Is to work, sleep, or drink
But the work it don’t pay and the sleep it don’t stay
And the price for a drink is too steep
I just need one cold night when the lights go out
The moon can hang however she please
Just two headlights down the two lane road
With the branches of overhanging trees
Down that yellow paint blacktop
The blacktop and yellow paint
Down that yellow paint blacktop
That blacktop and yellow paint
Cause it’s orange in the headlights. It’s blue just on the outside
It moves to deeper shades of blue
With nothing in the taillights. Just shadows and crimson
Like most things I usually do
Cause the only thing to count on at the end of the day
Is just the end of the day and then the morning
And then another day waiting for the end of the day
So I’ll be gone when the morning comes
Yes I’ll be gone when the morning comes
Just give me one good excuse or one lame reason
A gas pump every couple of miles
Four firing pistons down a four-lane highway
I’ll find a hymn in the hum of the tires
Down that yellow paint blacktop
The blacktop and yellow paint
Down that yellow paint blacktop
That blacktop and yellow paint
I gotta get out of this town
Yes I gotta get up and go
I know just outside that city limits
There’s a road that run around the world
There’s a road that run around the world
I gotta get out of this town
Yes I gotta get up and go
I know once you start moving that broken yellow line
Will keep your time like a metronome
Will keep your time like a metronome
I just need one little skip in my heart
Or just one little catch in my breath
One green light, one big highway
And a wheel at my fingertips
Yeah, that’s the world at my fingertips
Down that yellow paint blacktop
The blacktop and yellow paint
Down that yellow paint blacktop
That blacktop and yellow paint