Thought it was just last month and I pulled out my calendar
All the sudden it was harder to figure
All the days and the nights and the nights and the days didn’t
Seem to make such a focused picture
Now, I’m not a numbers man, but I thought I could account for
Exactly which direction I was headin’
Somewhere or another I must’ve jumped the track,
Didn’t know I was aimin’ for a dead-end

Lines, lines, on the road and on the mirror
Hurry up and stop spinning your wheels
‘Cuz the vision isn’t getting any clearer

Every day held promise as I slid out of a bed’n
Pulled my socks on one at a time
Another “at bat”, another big swing,
Fanning the fires in my mind
We’d pull in to a town, ears still ringing from last night,
Unload my rig by myself
Make a little small talk, “Yeah, we do originals…
Originally by somebody else.”

Lines, lines, on the road and on the mirror
Hurry up and stop spinning your wheels
‘Cuz the vision isn’t getting any clearer

Another week, another “break even”
Gonna quit when I get some money saved
But what else would I do - start from scratch again
When this road is already paved?

The trumpet’s gonna call me back home some day
I hope I’ll have some chips to cash in
‘Til then I’ll convince myself that every day’s better
Good thing I love Jumpin’ Jack Flashin’
That’s why it feels the same as ever, like I never changed
Although my bones have started to creak
Better late than never, or so I hear
So I reckon I’ll start next week

Lines, lines, on the road and on the mirror
Hurry up and stop spinning your wheels
‘Cuz the vision isn’t getting any clearer
Lines...
Hurry up and slow down, hurry up and wait
Makes me wonder why I rushed out of the starting gate
Lines….