Too Gone To Care

You see that big old yellow cab is always just a call away
And you can catch a Greyhound just about anytime of day
And all along the harbor ships are slipping out of town
Way out on the runway that's where the rubber leaves the ground

She keeps thinking that it's too hard to fake it
When it isn't there
He's gonna tell her he'll be too late to make it
But she'll be too gone to care

They got trains down at the station you know they run all night
They got tail lights on the highway that just keep fading out of sight
There's a boat out on the river just going with the flow
And if all else fails there's always leather on the road

She keeps thinking that it's too hard to fake it...
[ fiddle - steel ]
She keeps thinking that it's too hard to fake it...
Too gone to care too gone to care too gone to care