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