Forgot What I Came For
I walked into the kitchen, can't remember why I'm here
Staring at the fridge door, there's got to be a clue somewhere
Got so many thoughts running 'round my busy brain
But as soon as I landed, it all went up in flames
I find my glasses perching right atop my head
Seems like every new day, there's some old thing I forget
Kids laugh and roll their eyes, say"Dad, you're such a hoot"
But they don't know the half of it, there's some freedom in that truth
We're getting old, it's a march of time
But every little slip-up adds a hint of rhyme
We laugh at all the moments that we can't recall
I might forget a lot but I've been loving it all
Yeah, I've been loving it all
Went and grabbed the mail but left my wallet on the porch
Can't remember why I walked out the kitchen door
Tried starting the truck without the set of keys
Life's a funny movie, and we're all starring in these scenes
We're getting old, it's a march of time
But every little slip-up adds a hint of rhyme
We laugh at all the moments that we can't recall
I might forget a lot but I've been loving it all
Yeah, I've been loving it all
Woooooh
So let's toast to the moments that never make sense
Forgettin' where we've been, but knowing where it ends
It's not about the memory, it's all about the ride
We might be getting older, but together we'll abide
Woooooh
So let's toast to the moments that never make sense
Forgettin' where we've been, but knowing where it ends
It's not about the memory, it's all about the ride
We might be getting older, but together we'll abide
Woooooh
Staring at the fridge door, there's got to be a clue somewhere
Got so many thoughts running 'round my busy brain
But as soon as I landed, it all went up in flames
I find my glasses perching right atop my head
Seems like every new day, there's some old thing I forget
Kids laugh and roll their eyes, say"Dad, you're such a hoot"
But they don't know the half of it, there's some freedom in that truth
We're getting old, it's a march of time
But every little slip-up adds a hint of rhyme
We laugh at all the moments that we can't recall
I might forget a lot but I've been loving it all
Yeah, I've been loving it all
Went and grabbed the mail but left my wallet on the porch
Can't remember why I walked out the kitchen door
Tried starting the truck without the set of keys
Life's a funny movie, and we're all starring in these scenes
We're getting old, it's a march of time
But every little slip-up adds a hint of rhyme
We laugh at all the moments that we can't recall
I might forget a lot but I've been loving it all
Yeah, I've been loving it all
Woooooh
So let's toast to the moments that never make sense
Forgettin' where we've been, but knowing where it ends
It's not about the memory, it's all about the ride
We might be getting older, but together we'll abide
Woooooh
So let's toast to the moments that never make sense
Forgettin' where we've been, but knowing where it ends
It's not about the memory, it's all about the ride
We might be getting older, but together we'll abide
Woooooh
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Writer(s): Paul Nicola
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