[Intro] When I was ten, summer lasted about three years. Now I blink... and somebody's putting Christmas decorations up again. How does that work? [Verse 1] Used to count the days till Saturday came, Now Saturdays disappear before I learn their names. Summer was an ocean when I was a kid, Three months felt forever, now I don't know where it went. Birthdays took centuries to finally arrive, Couldn't wait to be sixteen, eighteen, twenty-five. Now another candle doesn't bother me much, I'm more amazed how quickly the last one caught up. There's an old photograph that doesn't feel that old, Till I do the math and stare at it cold. Wait... That was thirty years ago? Nah. Somebody check the calendar. [Chorus] The older I get, the weirder time gets, Yesterday feels close but the years keep stretching. Some moments vanish, some never leave, Some twenty years ago still feel like last week. I thought getting older meant watching time disappear, But maybe I'm finally learning why God put me here. The older I get, the weirder time gets... And the more every minute means. [Verse 2] Funny how a memory ignores the clock, It can leave for thirty years then suddenly knock. One smell, one song, one warm summer breeze, And somebody hands younger me the keys. There's people I remember exactly as they were, Voices still clear, every laugh, every word. Then I catch my reflection and laugh at the guy, Like, "When did all THAT happen?" Time says, "While you were living your life." And that's the strange part, you don't feel years move. There's no little bell when you're passing through. You're just making dinner, working, falling asleep, While decades quietly turn into things you keep. [Chorus] The older I get, the weirder time gets, Yesterday feels close but the years keep stretching. Some moments vanish, some never leave, Some twenty years ago still feel like last week. I thought getting older meant watching time disappear, But maybe I'm finally learning why God put me here. The older I get, the weirder time gets... And the more every minute means. [Acoustic Bridge] Maybe time isn't stealing anything. Maybe it's giving. Giving moments weight. Giving memories meaning. Teaching me which things weren't important after all. And which ones... were everything. [Verse 3] So I don't wanna spend what's left wishing for what's gone, Or staring toward tomorrow while today's moving on. I wanna notice who's beside me, hear what they're trying to say, Look somebody in the eyes instead of looking past today. I wanna laugh when it's funny, cry when it hurts, Pray before I understand how any of this works. Forgive a little quicker, hold a little less, Quit saving all my gratitude for some imaginary "next." 'Cause Moses prayed, "Teach us to number our days," Not fear every ending, but walk wisely in grace. Maybe knowing life is short isn't meant to make us scared. Maybe it's God's way of saying... "Chris. Look around while you're there." [Final Chorus] The older I get, the weirder time gets, But I don't think I wanna slow it down anymore. I just wanna be here when here is where I am, Holding every ordinary moment with an open hand. Yesterday's a story, tomorrow isn't mine, And today keeps asking me to stop and give it time. The older I get, the weirder time gets... But maybe that's the gift. You don't get forever inside this little life. So you finally learn... to live it. [Outro] When I was ten, summer lasted forever. Maybe it still does. Maybe I was just better at being there. ... Lord, teach me that again.
