Mileage has taken its toll

Paid it with lines to show

You've had your fill of asphalt

Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors



Look like the habit controls you

You look like you need a rest

You've made it to the timber-line

Don't know what to expect



God knows, you don't need it

Too early, you might be the one

**YOU To find yourself somewhere else

Too early in the sun



Song strains, distant, over

A barroom drink-filled roar

The old folksinger lays it down

Not for long, no longer ignored



Spinning tales of temptation

Gambling days lost and won

No crimes committed here

Too much habit could be the one



God knows, you don't need it

Too early, you might be the one

To find yourself somewhere else

Too early in the sun



Never 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 truth



Like to hear your story told

With a two-step beat and rhyme

Could be Tennessee or Texas

On and on, that road winds



God knows, you don't need it

Too early, you might be the one

To find yourself somewhere else

Too early in the sun