Time

Early foliage, how you doing
And what’s the deal
How am I supposed to look
How am I supposed to feel
And time has been telling me
Who to love and where to go
And time keeps on pushing me
For the wrong, down the road
Flipping through some pictures of when I was a kid
People I’ve loved, places I’ve hid
I’ve moved around, tried to change my name
Just one thing, put me in my place
Time, time, time
Time, time, time
And it is you and me
And time will let me be
Just the other day I stopped by my stepfather’s grave
Died at thirty, way too soon, I forgot his face
Time
Time