Painted Yellow Lines

Aw it's dark outside I've been trying to get a ride While my body waits, my body waits America warm my face I've been trying to turn the page

Once I was a little boy, staring at my shoes You came along and found me in the chicken coop But time takes over, I can't say when Time takes over, may we do it again

Take me to the beachhead let's go over All of those rocks at the end of the road Take me down to main street with no clothes on With our bare feet on the painted yellow lines With our shadows far behind us Broke into that summer school and fooled around on the infirmary cot And we can be like all those fairies, making their rain angels in the eddies And I have no expectation, just an adolescent heart

Aw it's dark outside I've been trying to get a ride While my body waits, my body waits America warm my face I've been trying to turn the page

Once I was a little boy, staring at my shoes You came along and found me in the chicken coop But time takes over, I can't say when Time takes over, may we do it again

Take me to the beachhead let's go over All of those rocks at the end of the road Help me down the seawall let's find Marci See if she got that

Invitation to the movie The one where the kids break out of juvie And then by their own admission They go and turn themselves all in Just as they get there to the station The young one wheels and begs the pavement For brother speed to make arrangements with the spirits of the night

Take me to the race track let's go bet on Aw. the one that no one expects to win and Let's bet on the skinny horse He will surely try the hardest to come in first

I bet you for the winner they put on some kind of fancy dinner Let's be like those Philadelphia sisters That have prayed straight for a hundred years And I have no expectation, just to be here in the present And behold you for a second before it all goes away Before it all goes away

On those painted yellow lines With our shadows far behind us Broke into that summer school and fooled around on the infirmary cot And we can be like all those fairies, making their rain angels in the eddies And I have no expectation, just an adolescent heart