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Nate Burnham
Nate Burnham
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Nate Burnham
Nate Burnham
Composer

Lyrics

I learned to turn a phrase into song
We'd listen to Lefty and Robbins
And play ball out on the lawn
He taught me how to cast a line and throw a shoe
My patience, the lack of and being colorblind
Yeah, I get that from Grandpa too
Had never crossed my mind that he wouldn't be there
But 86 years has a way of showing its wear and tear
Stubborn as hell you can't tell him that he can't do it all
I still can't help but feel that time is small
If I could live in the moment and make the world be still
Sit here on this lake with plenty of time to kill
I wouldn't have to wonder how long he'd be around
I guess time is the only thing that ain't slowing down
He asks if I ever heard the one about so and so
At least a million times but I still tell him no
The garden is small the boat doesn't get hauled like it did before
Just chalk it up to things he can't do anymore
If I could live in the moment and make the world be still
Sit here on this lake with plenty of time to kill
I wouldn't have to wonder how long he'd be around
I guess time is the only thing that ain't slowing down
I tell him that I love him every phone call and every chance
Because anyone of those might be our last
If I could live in the moment and make the world be still
Sit here on this lake with plenty of time to kill
I wouldn't have to wonder how long he'd be around
I guess time is the only thing that ain't slowing down
I guess time is the only thing that ain't slowing down
Written by: Nate Burnham
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