Time

A gang of kids on their peddle bikes

In a dusty town, way to ride

To the general store for popeye cigarettes

Class of '99

Yeah we lived, laughed, loved and cried

Took for granted that those days would never end

Living like that yearbook picture wouldn't fade

And some standing right beside me, I might never see again

The trouble is

You think you have time

You think tomorrows always coming down the line

And then one day

You wake up and you find

The trouble is you thought you had time

Student hire and a fancy job

Big old house, two car garage

He works hard for his wife and his son

An empty seat at t-ball games

Just a sacrifice he'll make

Make it up, next weekend comes along

Years go by and that day comes too soon

That boy goes off to college, he stands in his empty room

The trouble is

You think you have time

You think tomorrows always coming down the line

And then one day

You wake up and you find

The trouble is you thought you had time

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Shotgun shells and a tackle box

On the floorboard of a truck

Morning sun burning fog off a lake

A teenage girl and her grandad

He takes her fishing but he feels bad

She can't take her eyes off that Facebook page

But someday soon, who knows how long

She'll look up from that phone and he'll be gone

The trouble is

You think you have time

You think tomorrows always coming down the line

And then one day

You wake up and you find

The trouble is you thought you had time

The trouble is you thought you had time