Seven years old I had it all
I'd run the streets 'til momma called me
To come back home
Table is set with plastic cups
I know it might not look like much
Oh, but it's enough
For the six of us
No there ain't nothing wrong
And time rolls on
Sixteen years old and I'm a mess
I'm in my tux you're in your dress
I can barely breathe
I'm out the door with daddy's keys
You're in the front seat next to me
With the windows low
We're high on the radio
Singing the same old songs
And time rolls on
Maybe today's been hard on you
Maybe your dreams are coming true
Maybe you're in between
Well twenty-eight years have come my way
And when I get stuck on yesterday
Or a year ago
I'm learning to let it go
'Cause I know it won't be long
No there ain't nothing wrong
'Cause I know that time rolls on
