It’s too late for a nightcap   Too soon to go home   I’m too wiped out to party   But I don’t want to be alone   I’m too rough for romance   Too smooth to resist   I’m too wild for one woman   But I could sure use a kiss      CHORUS:   I’ll never dance until dawn   I’ll never really feel at home   I’ll never lay around stoned all summer long again   I finally understand   Where the pavement ends   And mere mortal men      I’m too poor to be a playboy   Too proud to be bought   Too slow to make trouble   And too fast to get caught   I’m too old to be a soldier   Too blissed out to fight   Too drunk to be driving   And too smart to try      CHORUS      If I could do it over   I’d own a souvenir stand   On some dust covered highway   On some boarded up strand   Where the ghost of a thrill ride   Looms, creaks, and commands   Lost armies of seagulls   On a kingdom of sand      CHORUS