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 calls you to pay your bill
Your restless heart must travel after pace that kills.
You're traveling down grade 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
A wife and children would only bore you
So till God calls you to pay your bill
Your restless heart must travel after pace that kills...
