John Young, he found out at 41

That the world was changing fast

Unreal, it was not part of the deal

He thought some things had to last

They had to last.

Success, it's what he thought he did best

John Young, he had it all

One day, found the rug was pulled away

He went tumblin' for a fall

For a fall.

He thought he'd paint the world by numbers

He thought he'd cash the check

He thought the struggle was behind him

But no, not yet

No, not yet.

I last saw John in Pensacola

Livin' life hard day by day

Never mentioned the things he left behind him

Not the things he threw away.

He thought he'd paint the world by numbers

He thought he'd cash the check

He thought the struggle was behind him

But no, not yet

No, not yet.

© Mike Simmons/DeSoto Rust 2006