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 tail lights 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 
The sink's all full of dishes 
You might just let 'em lie 
You might just pour yourself a drink 
And sit outside awhile 
He won't miss the whiskey 
He knows it's not your style 
And he don't care enough 
To even wonder why 
You fight off his fumbling hands 
With daggers in your eyes
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 
You turn the covers back 
And hope the dawn don't come too soon 
Draw the shades to keep your dark eyes
From the glare of the vapor light 
But the sheets are cool and empty 
And you won't sleep tonight 
With a half moon rising 
And a warm gusty breeze 
Blowing from the southwest 
Whispering in the trees
The asphalt 'neath the tires 
Makes a hollow whining sound 
And it stretches on forever 
Through a thousand little towns 
With their stores all dark and silent 
And their flashing yellow lights
And nobody sees your passing 
In the fury of your flight
You'll see them later 
Some other day 
Self preservation 
What can you say
Time sure flies when you're having fun 
Your mind's all made up now and it's all said and done 
Flying down the four lane with the morning sun 
In your eyes