THERE'S NOTHING LIKE WATCHING THE TIDE AS THE SUNSET MELTS AWAY|TO THE SOUNDTRACK OF A SUMMER AFTERNOON ON A EAST COAST SATURDAY|I CAN'T HELP WISHING I WAS BACK THERE FISHING WITH A BIG ONE ON THE LINE|I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL BE THERE AGAIN, (MAN) I SURE MISS THOSE OLD TIMES..||CHORUS|WHEN I DREAM AT NIGHT|I FOLLOW MY HEADLIGHTS |LEADING ME HOME DOWN THAT OLD ROAD|YELLOW LINES OLD FAMILIAR SIGNS|BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I'VE SEEN|MY OLD BLACK TOP FRIEND 215||LIFE'S GOT AWAY OF PULLING YOU AWAY AND THE HIGHWAY NEVER ENDS|YOU OUTRUN ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS AND LOSE TOUCH WITH YOUR FRIENDS|SEEMS LIKE LATELY ALL THAT KEEPS ME GOING IS COFFEE AND NICOTEEN|BURNING THROUGH LIFE AND CHECKING OFF TOWNS AS I BURN THROUGH GASOLINE||CHORUS||CHORUS|