Too many parties and too much drinking too many sweethearts too little thinking
I love you darling I always will but honey you're devoted to the pace that kills

What kind of future is there before you a wife and children would only bore you
So till God call you to pay your bill your restless heart must travel after pace that kills
[ steel - fiddle ]
You're traveling down brave with eyes wide open
And I'm through pleadin' and tired of hopin'
You're always searching for bigger thrill
And honey I could never stand the pace that kills
What kind of future is there before you...