It's too late for a nightcap I'm too wiped out to party But I don't want to be alone I'm too rough for romance I'm too wild for one woman But I could sure use a kiss
I'll never dance until dawn I'll never really feel at home I'll never lay around stoned all summer long again
I'm too poor to be a playboy And too fast to get caught I'm too old to be a soldier
On some dust covered highway On some boarded up strand Where the ghost of a thrill ride Looms, creaks, and commands
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