As Good as it Gets

On my left shoulder rests the cheek of an angel She whispers "you don't have to go" And over my right The red taillights Of a bus bound for San Francisco All I want to do in this life is stretch out See how far this ol' boy can go Till the day I am torn Between the place I was born And the place they one day lay me low There's something out there for me So send my regrets 'Cause this just can't be as good as it gets No one comes this far just to pay their respects I don't believe this is as good as it gets I've worn out so many steel strings I've worn out so many John Prine songs In the corner of a bar With an empty tip jar And nobody singing along And I just think there's something out there for me So send my regrets 'Cause this just can't be as good as it gets No one comes this far just to pay their respects I don't believe this is as good as it gets Just then my mind wanders off from that bar stool Though the moment don't last very long But just then I'm sitting beside old Mr. Prine And I'm playing him one of my songs And I say John, there's gotta be something out there for me With all due respect This just can't be as good as it gets No one comes this far just to pay their respects I don't believe this is as good as it gets And I may die trying And with my last breathe I will die smiling with all I got left Who may come along They can pay their respects But may they never believe This is as good as it gets