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