[Property Of TENBREATHSUN ©] Style: Slow baritone country-folk ballad, night-drive atmosphere, warm acoustic guitar with subtle pedal steel, gentle brushed drums, sparse arrangement building to a fuller chorus, reflective and nostalgic tone, male baritone lead vocal, emotional but restrained delivery, small-town Maritime backroad imagery [Verse 1] Two a.m. on one-thirty-four Rain still ghostin' off the door Radio's just static and a hum Followin' the yellow line back home [Chorus] Followin' the yellow line Through the dark, through the pines Don't know where it ends tonight But I know it's leadin' me back to the light Followin' the yellow line (Ohhh... yeah...) [Verse 2] Passed the mill, just a fence line now Where the whistle used to sound Mill lot's still there, facing the street Where the stores used to be Every second building gone Where I grew up, town moved on But come nightfall they still show Windows down, engines low (Unh unh) Talkin', laughin', burnin' rubber Just some good old boys, whatever [Bridge] Maybe I ain't runnin' from Maybe I'm just runnin' to Some things you can't get back No matter how far you drive through (Ohhh) Every mile a little closer To the ones who waited through [Chorus] Followin' the yellow line Through the dark, through the pines Don't know where it ends tonight But I know it's leadin' me back to the light Followin' the yellow line... back to you (Yeah... ohhh...) [Outro] Roll down slow, give a nod, say "how goes" Can't stay long, got somewhere to be (Mm, unh unh) But that's alright, that's just how it goes Followin' the yellow line... back to me (Ohhh... yeah... mm)
