All the Soft Places to Fall

Most of my life, I've been running around

Playing and having a ball

And maybe I've been on a party too long

But these memories are fond to recall

You see, we've got this thing about women

Smoking and good alcohol

But now we're looking for a home life

And clean-smelling sheets and all the soft places to fall

The women we've known have been many

But they don't understand us at all

Though we've spent many a long hour

Hoping some old lover would call

Surely somebody somewhere still wants us

Or don't nobody want us at all?

We're looking for a home life

And clean-smelling sheets and all the soft places to fall

Most of our lives, we've been outlaws

Spent with our backs to the wall

I'm a rambler, I'm a seeker, and we're getting weaker

And a whole lot more likely to fall

We're tired of the rocks and the brambles

Those barbed wire fences and all

And we're looking for a home life

And clean-smelling sheets and all the soft places to fall

Most of our lives, we've been outlaws

Spent with our backs to the wall

I'm a rambler, I'm a seeker, and we're getting weaker

And a whole lot more likely to fall

We're tired of the rocks and the brambles

Those barbed wire fences and all

And we're looking for a home life

And clean-smelling sheets and all the soft places to fall