Broken Yellow Lines
Well you never got the thing that you wanted most
Learned to turn yourself into a living ghost
Nobody sees you, they only feel the room grow cold
But you were looking for a way out of that home
Maybe he’s the perfect kind of wrong
Nobody warned you, though they’d say “I told her so.”
Full throttle on the Tejon, passing go
Bottle of water and a bag of clothes
If nobody needs you, it was time you let them know
These broken yellow lines
These broken yellow lines
These broken yellow lines
I’ll be fine
Well, he never had the thing you wanted most
But he promised you love out on the open road
Said he could see you, he could teach you all he knows
Late nights under Petaluma stars
Mendocino grass in a Lodi bar
Said it could free you, you would learn to let things go
And he spread a towel across the motel bed
Two lovers in the lamplight, glowing red
Nobody sees you, you can feel the room grow cold
Hoping he sees you, the flame is burning low
These broken yellow lines
These broken yellow lines
These broken yellow lines
I’ll be fine
Loleta by the morning, in the mist still forming,
She was asking for directions, “Could you show me where the shoreline is?
Mister this is just a speed bump, this world is but a moment.
So take a fiver for your kindness, it gets better where I’m going”
Well you never got the thing that you wanted most
Riding on the embers of your hope
Nobody sees you, you can feel your skin grow cold
