Well, I came out swinging for the centerfield wall
And I caught a fastball, andI touched 'em all
But I burnt out my engines and needed a break
Where all that's required is the time it would take
Now I'm done doin' nothing and weary of rest
And I've got to get back to the quest
I ran out of reasons for layin' so low
My memories will stay but my body must go
Back to the thunder, the rock and the wheel
And the truth about love only time will reveal
And I've just been forgiven and I'm all confessed
So I've got to get back to the quest
In one hand a ticket, in the other, a bag
When times have been good, it makes goodbye a drag
But I wasn't born to be standing still long
You know one day my tombstone win say
Born to be gone
Now my posse is waiting out to the west
Yes, it's time to get back to the quest
Time to get hack to the quest
