Intro: 
Am 

verse 1: 
Am                                  G 
Gone off in the pitch-black dark to work the morning tour 
     Am 
He's halfway to the highway and he won't be back for hours 
    G                                                         Am 
His taillights down the gravel road, you watch them round the bend 
G                       Am 
Nothing's on the TV but something's in the wind 
                 G                       Am 
And it makes you crazy, and it makes you blue 
                G                        Am 
It's a restless feeling and it's nothing new 


verse 2: 
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 a while 
He won't miss the whiskey - he know's 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 



[Refrão]
F                           C 
Time sure flies when you're having fun 
G                            Am 
Wasn't it just yesterday you turned twenty-one 
F                             C 
Does it still matter what you might have done 
        G     F    Am 
Had you tried 


verse 3: 
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 vapour 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 


Solo: 
F    C    G    Am 
F    C    G    F    Am 


verse 4: 
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 you passing in the fury of your flight 
You'll see them later, some other day 
Self preservation, what can you say 


Chorus 2: 
Time sure flies when you're having fun 
Your mind's made up now and it's all said and done 
Flying down the four-lane with the morning sun 
In your eyes