Intro] (Warm acoustic guitar rhythm, subtle drum roll into a steady beat, sweet nostalgic electric guitar lick) [Verse 1] I catch myself looking back down the line, Wishing I could turn the hands back on time. To an open horizon, not a cloud in the sky, A whole life ahead as the river rolled by. Blasting the radio, singing along, "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" was our favorite song. Back on the field when the lights hit the grass, Number forty was born, president of the class. [Chorus] Oh, the clock moves fast when you’re just fifteen, Standing on the edge of a great big dream. The world at your fingers, the fire in your chest, Before all the battles and before every test. Take a breath, take it slow, hear the melody play, ‘Cause once time rolls on, it’s a runaway train. Hold tight to your hopes through the wind and the green, ‘Cause you only get one shot at just fifteen. [Verse 2] Captain of the team, yeah, hero of the town, Life of every party when the sun went down. We swore that tomorrow would wait for our call, Never thinking one day that the autumn would fall. Now the years fly by in the blink of an eye, And the road bends around under yesterday’s sky. I can still see the boy with the dirt on his jeans, Unafraid of the dark and the shadows between. [Chorus] Oh, the clock moves fast when you’re just fifteen, Standing on the edge of a great big dream. The world at your fingers, the fire in your chest, Before all the battles and before every test. Take a breath, take it slow, hear the melody play, ‘Cause once time rolls on, it’s a runaway train. Hold tight to your hopes through the wind and the green, ‘Cause you only get one shot at just fifteen. [Bridge] There ain't no rewind, no living it twice, So listen to the heart behind the advice: Drink in every minute, hold on to your stride, Let faith be the anchor that keeps you alive. Happy birthday, young dreamer, look straight at the sun, Your journey’s wide open, it's barely begun. [Guitar Solo] (Emotional, melodic Southern rock guitar lead soaring over full drums and acoustic chords) [Chorus] Oh, the clock moves fast when you’re just fifteen, Standing on the edge of a great big dream. The world at your fingers, the fire in your chest, Before all the battles and before every test. Take a breath, take it slow, hear the melody play, ‘Cause once time rolls on, it’s a runaway train. Hold tight to your hopes through the wind and the green, ‘Cause you only get one shot at just fifteen. [Outro] Number forty on the field... Jimbo Bosarge with the world in his hands... Enjoy the music in your time. Just fifteen. Yeah, hold to your dreams. (Electric guitar fades out over a gentle acoustic strum)
