Early Out the Gate - The Good Life

What you’re looking for is never what you find

Nothing ever seems to turn out right

Still running around still searching

all these long indifferent streets

For your lover our some cover

to protect you from the heat

That you feel inside

in flamed since you learned to cry

Ever since you learned to walk you ran away

kept running till you couldn’t feel your legs

Now you stumble round this drunken town

on shops and city bars

telling tales of just how far you got

But they’ll all know who you are

Yeah you’re not so great

You’re just early out of the gate

there’s a portrait of your mom when she was young

Her face was shining brightly as the sun

The son who got away from her

but come back home again

to find a women wrapped

with all this love she couldn’t give

But you know she did

You just couldn’t feel it then

Found a birthday card from this lady I used to know

It said boy you’re really starting to old

She’s the mother of my mother

I just what she meant

She’d been thru it before

she with all of this resentment

becomes regret

I just hadn’t gotten there yet

Nothing ever seems to turn out right

No never, never seems to turn out right

So I reach for that pill

my deep blues need rest