Good Life, The - Early Out the Gate

What you're looking for is never what you find

Nothing ever seems to turn out right



Still you're running round still searching

all these long indifferent streets

For a lover or some cover

to protect you from the heat

that you feel inside

inflamed 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

Pawn 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 earl out of the gate



There's a portrait of your mom when she was young

Well, her face was shining brightly as the sun



The son that got away from her

had 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 get old



She's the mother of my mother

And I knew just what she meant

She'd been through it before

She knew with all of this resentment

becomes regret

I hadn't gotten there yet



No, all right...

Nothing ever seems to turn out right

No, never, never seems to turn out right

So I leave it at this my deep blue street rests