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