(to the tune of Fly Too High, from the album Night Rains)
 

This touring bus, so full of stuff, 
Will likely get the best of me yet,
Before we blow a tire
If you can let me on the wire, I'll connect,
If I treat you all like members 
It's because I DO remember your names,
And I'll have another cigarette 
To help me with forgetting my age

It's come too fast, five-two high
Come too fast, five-two high

On dark and lonely nights 
We must be driving to another encore,
Dancing and romancing would be dandy … 
But we look and don't paw!
And if you don't believe me
You should see me, I'm ignoring the bore,
If I've lost my concentration 
It is NOT infatuation, be sure …

It's come too fast, five-two high
Come too fast, five-two high 
So much past, some good tries
Come too fast, five-two high

Would you believe it 
I once thought I had some money,
Picked up my life 
And I took what I had to the country,
Man it was rough 
To find the best we could see
Was a no-credit limit 
And a lack of TV,
Now I've brought in the logs 
Got a roomful of dogs, and you,
And stew, Five-two high

It's come too fast, five-two high
Come too fast, five-too high
Come too fast, five-two high ....