[Intro] Funny thing about time… You don’t hear it leavin’… ⸻ [Verse 1] Pop’s grew up… in a little white house… Cement dust driftin’… and quiet as a mouse… Creek bank fishin’… with a pole and a string… Dreamin’ someday… he’d do the right thing… Young love bloomed… while under the stars… Cheap cold beer… in his little towns bar… He swore one day… he’d leave this place… But life’s got a way… of losin’ a race… Then came a boy… with his daddy’s eyes… Tiny little boots… and endless cry’s… But Pop’s worked late… tryin’ to survive… Missed little moments… as the boy turned five… ⸻ [Chorus] Now Pop’s sits alone… in that old wood chair… Starin’ at pictures… like that boy’s right there… Time moves fast… like a midnight train… One day sunshine… the next day rain… He spent his whole life… just tryin’ to cope… Walked thin lines… had real high hope… But the older he gets… the more he sees… Life ain’t money… it’s a slowed down breeze… ⸻ [Verse 2] Some old baseball gloves… by the front door… Tiny muddy boots… on the kitchen floor… Now silence echoes… through every room… Like ghosts still dancin’… beneath a full blue moon… His hairs now gray… with lines on his face… He’s much older now… with a slowed down pace… He’s learned one thing… at the end of this ride… A Strong man ain’t… the one that’ll hide… ⸻ [Final Chorus] Now Pop’s sits alone… thinkin’ what he owes… He can’t outrun… the secrets he knows… Not every scar… leaves marks on your skin… Some live forever… what you can’t see within… But he still wakes up… with the morning sun… Thankful to God… for his life’s long run… And if his boy… comes home someday… They’ll sit on the porch… and thank god for that day… ⸻ [Outro] Funny thing about time… It catches up to you…
