Time

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 tomorrow's always coming down the line

Then one day

You wake up and you find

The trouble is you thought you had time

Suit and tie and a fancy job

Big old house, two-car garage

He works hard for his wife and his son

And empty seat at T-ball games

Just a sacrifice he'll make

He'll make it up, next weekend comes along

Years go by and that day comes too soon

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

The trouble is

You think you have time

You think tomorrow's always coming down the line

And then one day

You wake up and you find

The trouble is you thought you had time

Shotgun shells and a tackle box

On the floorboard of a truck

Morning sun burnin' fog off a lake

A teenage girl with her granddad

He takes he fishing but he feels bad

She can't take her eyes off that ol' Facebook page

But someday soon, who know how long

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

The trouble is

You think you have time

You think tomorrow's 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 think you have time