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