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

i have no expectation

just to be here in the present

and behold you for a second

before it all goes away

ah

ah

ah

before it all goes away

ah

ah

ah

and those painted yellow lines

with our shadows far behind

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