It's a rough and rowdy road we travel Watching blacktop turn to gravel Trying to figure out how far a man can ride a dream It's the same old envelope we're pushing Working without nets or cushion To get in to see what it is the old man means You gotta heal faster than this old world can hurt you Sometimes you fly sometimes you crash and burn I think you'll be amazed how much you've learned Too late to find you just blew by the point of no return Ancient aches and aging bones Sad voices on pay telephones Home is nothing more to me than a place to call collect Speeding past those signs of warning Watching midnight turn to morning I'm a cowboy, what did you expect? You gotta heal faster than those bastards can hurt you... Shakespeare says our doubts are traitors I'll think about this whole thing later There's an answer waiting for me somewhere down the road When I took my stand in this cowboy nation I signed on for the whole duration I ain't changing, you'll drag me out when I go You gotta heal faster than this old world can hurt you...