Too early in the sun
Look like you need a rest
Made it to the timber-line
Find yourself somewhere else
Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors
A barroom drink-filled roar
Too much habit could be the one
God knows, you don't need it
The road goes on when the faces don't
Could be Tennessee or Texas
Real life never quite adds up
Spinning tales of temptation
No crimes committed here
Look like the habit controls you
With a two-step beat and rhyme
Like to hear your story told
On and on, that road winds
Find yourself somewhere else
The old folksinger lays it down
Never seen half of what you've seen
You've had your fill of asphalt
God knows, you don't need it
Of gambling days lost and won
God knows, you don't need it
Find yourself somewhere else
Don't know what to expect
Not for long, no longer ignored
Too early, you might be the one
Song strains, distant, over
Too early in the sun
Word of mouth never tells the truth
Too early, you might be the one
Too early, you might be the one
