Painted Yellow Lines - Dispatch

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