The Good Life
Early Out The Gate
What you're looking for is never what you find
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
Still running 'round, still searching on these long, indifferent streets
For a lover or some cover to protect you from the heat that you feel inside
[?] since you learned to cry

Ever since you learned to walk you ran away
Kept running 'till you couldn't feel your legs
You've stumbled 'round this drunken town
Pawn shops and titty bars
Telling tales of just how far you got
But they all know who you are
Yeah, you're not so great
You're just early out of the gate

There's a portrait of your mom when she was young
Her face was shining brightly as the sun
The son who got away from her, but came back home again
To find a woman wrecked with all this love she couldn't give
But you know she did
You just couldn't feel it then

I found a birthday card from the 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 there comes regret
I just hadn't gotten there yet
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
No, nothing ever seems to turn out right
So I leave it at this
My deepest regrets