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