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 call you to pay your bill your restless heart must travel after pace that kills You're traveling down brave 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...