How odd life would be if you had made it from Elmira to Kansas City
Instead you cried the whole way
Punching the wheel home and I forgot his name
But like Billy said, "You can't be everything you want to be, before your time"
So slow it down
Because everyone will wait for you, there's no fire
Just the heat where the sweat never leaves
You never fully fry out
So stand still, the air will move
It'll wash over you and almost cool you off
And like you said, "What the hell is the rush?"
Well you, you're one to talk
Gone a little too soon
But I know you hated being late
And I guess you arrived right on time
And I'm still here
Still on this side of the grass
But lately I'm feeling halfway there
And that's a long time for late lives and separate failures
With not much to show but a lack of posture
I know I drive myself to this
I think you already know
I think you already heard
At least I hope
How odd life would be if you had made it from Elmira to Kansas City
And in the end
"That's as good as it gets, man"
It's like you said
"That's as good as it gets, man"

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