Glen
Plastering hills by the fallen trees
Coasting on fumes, rolling by the breeze
Taking pictures by the dinosaurs
Wondering if, they've ever seen anything like us before
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
If glen were here he'd boast of us, our heavy souls, floating in the now
But we're here and he's not, so it's all up to us live out his words and to be in the now
And to be in the now, and to be in the now
To be in the now, and to be in the now
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
Venture onto your promise land
Venture onto your promise land
Venture onto your promise land
Venture onto your promise land
Onto your promise land
Onto your promise land
Onto your promise land
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
Coasting on fumes, rolling by the breeze
Taking pictures by the dinosaurs
Wondering if, they've ever seen anything like us before
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
If glen were here he'd boast of us, our heavy souls, floating in the now
But we're here and he's not, so it's all up to us live out his words and to be in the now
And to be in the now, and to be in the now
To be in the now, and to be in the now
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
Venture onto your promise land
Venture onto your promise land
Venture onto your promise land
Venture onto your promise land
Onto your promise land
Onto your promise land
Onto your promise land
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
Grandpa once taught me a lesson
About a man who threw away each memory
Those who hurry to their hurried grave
Don't appreciate the time they've saved
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Writer(s): Thatcher Sunday
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