These solid yellow lines divide my mind like the streets 
they ride. I'm sorry but I'm getting out tonight. It 
seems my lucks run out in this old graveyard town by now, 
and its time for me to be dipping out. I'm jaded, I'm 
wasted. It's a relapse in the river city, a break down in 
the heart of dixie. So come one come all. I'm leaving 
everything behind to sing these songs. I'll be back next 
fall, but I wouldn't count on me to stick around for very 
long. This summer came and went and I got lost in the 
thrill of it. Now I'm tearing up at the in seam. I've got 
to find my way, and yea it hurts to say, because this 
place used to mean so much to me.