How odd life would be if you had made it From elmira to kansas city Instead you cried the whole way Punching the wheel home And I forget his name But like billy said, "you can't be everything You want to be, before your time, " So slow it down Because everyone will wait for you There's no fire Just the heat where the sweat never leaves You never fully dry out So stand still, the air will move
It'll wash over you and almost cool you off And like you said, "what the hell is the rush? " Well you, you're one to talk Gone a little too soon But I know you hated being late And I guess you arrived right on time And I'm still here Still on this side of the grass But lately I'm feeling halfway there
And that's a long time for late lives and separate failures With not much to show but a lack of posture I know I drove myself to this I think you already know I think you already heard
At least I hope How odd life would be if you had made it From elmira to kansas city And in the end It's like you said "That's as good as it gets, man. "