Early Out The Gate

What you're looking for is never what you find

Nothing ever seems to turn out right

Still you run around, still searching

On these long indifferent streets

For a lover or some cover to protect you

From the heat that you feel inside

Inflamed since you learned to cry

Ever since you learned to walk, you ran away

You kept running until you couldn't feel your legs

Now you slum around this drunked 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 were 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 this birthday card from this lady I used to know

It said, "Boy, you're really starting to get old"

She was 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'll leave it at this

My deepest regrets