Lyrics

TOO SOON TO TELL , TOO CLOSE TO CALL

TOO SOON TO TELL, TOO CLOSE TO CALL
Too tired to walk away , too safe to fall
Too proud to beg , too dumb to steal
Too blind to see me through , too sick to heal

He?s out on his own , bad to the bone
A long way to come around , a far cry from home

Nowhere to go , no place to hide
No guts to be himself , he rolls with the tide

Well , the dopehead derby at the tour de france
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to running from the man in the Oklahoma City
With a 500 gallon tank

He?s got a girl back home named Dixie Dawn
And he?s got honeys all along the line
Is his home in heaven , is he headin? for hell
Or is he just going out of his mind ( that?s just )

Too soon to tell ?

Out on his own , bad to the bone
A long way to come around , a far cry from home

Nowhere to go , no place to hide
No guts to be himself , he rolls with the tide


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