The Quest

Well, I came out swinging at the center field wall And I caught a fast ball and I touched them all But I burned down my engines needed to break Where all that's required is the time that we take Now I'm done doing nothing, I'm weary of rest And I've got to get back to the quest I've ran out of reasons for laying so low My memories will stay but my body must go Back to the thunder, the rock and the eagle And the truths on my 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 Times have been good, it makes goodbye a drag But I wasn't born to be standing still alone You know, one day my tombstone will 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 back to the quest