It’s too late for a nightcapnToo soon to go homenI’m too wiped out to partynBut I don’t want to be alonenI’m too rough for romancenToo smooth to resistnI’m too wild for one womannBut I could sure use a kissnnCHORUS:nI’ll never dance until dawnnI’ll never really feel at homenI’ll never lay around stoned all summer long againnI finally understandnWhere the pavement endsnAnd mere mortal menn nI’m too poor to be a playboynToo proud to be boughtnToo slow to make troublenAnd too fast to get caughtnI’m too old to be a soldiernToo blissed out to fightnToo drunk to be drivingnAnd too smart to trynnCHORUSnnIf I could do it overnI’d own a souvenir standnOn some dust covered highwaynOn some boarded up strandnWhere the ghost of a thrill ridenLooms, creaks, and commandsnLost armies of seagullsnOn a kingdom of sandnnCHORUSnn