Mileage has taken its toll
Paid it with lines to show
You've had your fill of asphalt
Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doorsLook like the habit controls you
Look like you need a rest
Made it to the timber-line
Don't know what to expectGod knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
Find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sunSong strains, distant, over
A barroom drink-filled roar
The old folksinger lays it down
Not for long, no longer ignoredSpinning tales of temptation
Of gambling days lost and won
No crimes committed here
Too much habit could be the oneGod knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
Find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sunNever seen half of what you've seen
Real life never quite adds up
The road goes on when the faces don't
Word of mouth never tells the truthLike to hear your story told
With a two-step beat and rhyme
Could be Tennessee or Texas
On and on, that road windsGod knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
Find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun