these solid yellow lines divide my mind like the streets they ride im sorry but im 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 im jaded im wasted its a relapse in the river city a break down in the heart of dixie so come one come all im leaving everything behind to sing these songs ill be back next fall but i wouldnt count on me to stick around for very long this summer came and went and i got lost in the thrill of it now im tearing up at the in seam ive got to find my way and yea it hurts to say because this place used to mean so much to me