Time

A gang of kids on their peddle bikes
 In a dusty town, way to ride
 To the general store for popeye cigarettes
 Class of '99
 Yeah we lived, laughed, loved and cried
 Took for granted that those days would never end
 Living like that yearbook picture wouldn't fade
 And some standing right beside me, I might never see again
 The trouble is
 You think you have time
 You think tomorrows always coming down the line
 And then one day
 You wake up and you find
 The trouble is you thought you had time
 Student hire and a fancy job
 Big old house, two car garage
 He works hard for his wife and his son
 An empty seat at t-ball games
 Just a sacrifice he'll make
 Make it up, next weekend comes along
 Years go by and that day comes too soon
 That boy goes off to college, he stands in his empty room
 The trouble is
 You think you have time
 You think tomorrows always coming down the line
 And then one day
 You wake up and you find
 The trouble is you thought you had time
 ♪
 Shotgun shells and a tackle box
 On the floorboard of a truck
 Morning sun burning fog off a lake
 A teenage girl and her grandad
 He takes her fishing but he feels bad
 She can't take her eyes off that Facebook page
 But someday soon, who knows how long
 She'll look up from that phone and he'll be gone
 The trouble is
 You think you have time
 You think tomorrows always coming down the line
 And then one day
 You wake up and you find
 The trouble is you thought you had time
 The trouble is you thought you had time