When the Open Road Is Closing In

Time, measured in dotted yellow lines has passed 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 inn in the Iowa highway slumWhen the open road is closing in

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

When every truck stop dive's you another five years off your lifeWhen the open road is closing in

And the dotted yellow lines begin to spin

When the sky begins to fall on everything you like at all

You won't be coming home againCiao, 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 swing set's fallen down