Eighty miles past the county line
Gas light blinkin', I'm outta time
Dashboard glow and a lonesome hum
Radio fading like where I’m from
A sign flickers Vacancy Room for One
Just a ghost lit town under a no name sun
Pulled off the highway, heartbeat slow
Just me and the night and a need to let go

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

Lobby smells like smoke and rain
Bell rings hollow, front desk plain
Clerk with eyes like he’s seen it all
Said Room’s down back, next to the wall
Hallway whispers, time stands still
Each door’s a secret, each breath a thrill
Laid down heavy, dreams got strange
Like the town was a stage and I’d missed the change

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

I saw a girl in a diner booth
She sang a tune, low and smooth
Said she’d been here for a hundred moons
Waiting on a ride or a change of tune
Time moved sideways, clocks ran slow
Even my shadow didn’t wanna go
But the road calls back like a restless bell
And I left behind more than I could tell

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

Somewhere Between The Lines

Not too sure, I just make music🤷‍♂️

Instrumental melodic Metal featuring shredding guitars and funky grooves.

Artist working with Guitar and Amp simulators and A.I.

El Sick Pop de Puerto Anónimo habla de los vicios humanos, de los caminos oscuros de la mente, de las obsesiones y de la esclavitud social. Le da voz a la naturaleza enferma del humano, incómoda pero real.

High school music teacher / hobby musician & producer.  I have a lot of fun creating rock/metal, and other genres just using software/sampled instruments.

Started playing again, during lock down in 2020, play bass & guitar, put together a home recording Studio set up , so everything wrote, recorded at home, got loads of idea`s, just trying to make sense of them. hope you enjoy.

Somewhere Between The Lines

Edge Of The Void