Head Out

Head out—like a pioneer Don’t you wish there was still a frontier here Burnt out—on the old routine Don’t want to see what I’ve already seen Went out—once or twice before Came back a little more wise, but a lot less sure
And I’m heading out again
Head out—but which way to go My mind’s too fast and my head’s way to slow Thrown out—by my own design Don’t think I’ll know till I’ve made up my mind Wiped out—over-thinking it Second guess is another chance to quit
Head out—gotta do it quick Hanging out there like a carrot on a stick Passed out—in a corner trapped Can’t find my way out till I find a map Worn out—like a passing fad Feel older than old and sadder than sad