TIME

I'm turning 21 next week and I don't know what to do
Another year inside my head
And then I'm 22

7 years of ecstasy
The worst years of my life
47 questions, we
Would take a morning drive

I'm running out of time
Soon I'm 29
30 drinking wine
I plead, time don't run out on me

Well
Here it comes
The dates get closer
The photos grow older

And I know
It's easy to explode
When you know your days are numbered
And the clock is ticking low

I'm running out of time
Soon I'm 49
50 drinking wine
So please, time don't run out on me

Happy birthday
Can you find your way
Happy birthday
Is this a game that you still want to play

I'm running out of time
Soon I'm 89
90 past my prime
So please, time don't run out on me



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Covey
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