Gone off in the pitch-black dark to work the morning tour
He's halfway to the highway and he won't be back for hours
His taillights down the gravel road, you watch them round the bend
Nothing's on the TV but something's in the wind
And it makes you crazy, and it makes you blue
It's a restless feeling and it's nothing new
Listen to the buzzing of the June bugs and the flies
Time sure flies when you're having fun
Wasn't it just yesterday you turned twenty-one
Does it still matter what you might have done
Had you tried
His bird dogs in their wire cage are barking at the moon
The asphalt 'neath the tires makes a hollow whining sound
And it stretches on forever through a thousand little towns
