Just punched the clock and boy am I ready. Walkin' out the door a-headin' home. It's time to buckle up again. In my rolling hunk of tin. It's quittin' time the evenin' race is on.
Thinking of the faces I've seen. Back when I was young and green. I was falling back then. Now I'm workin' on building a fire. And flirtin' with that old desire.