Precious Time

There's a young man
Dancin' down the street
He's high again like yesterday
And the lady
Pushin' her shopping cart on down the road
Without a hope

As I sit here
On this old barstool
I can feel you staring at me
But I ain't ashamed
So you can keep on
Judgin' me with that sense of pride
Someday you'll realize

Everyone has a story
You're no better than the rest
Everyone has their demons
Stealing precious time

Like the old vet
Beggin' from the corner for some change
You know he seen some things
And the new mom
Learning how to make it on her own

You can't hide it
I can tell that you ain't really doing fine
I bet it's on your mind
And when that door locks
There'll be a grave choice you'll have to make
You can choose your fate

Everyone has a story
You're no better than the rest
Everyone has their demons
Stealing precious time

There's a young man
Dancin' down the street
He's high again like yesterday



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Dorman, James Ryan Casey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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