Red sun sittin' on the road behind her
A hundred miles out of her home town
Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone
Listens to it rattle on down
Voices cold as the phone she's holding
The connections way too clear
He's yelling where's my dinner
She's too far gone to care
She says listen here
There's a time to stand and the time is now or never
A time to fly, time to let go forever
A time to grow, a time to discover
Life is precious, every second
You've wasted mine and it's my time
She puts a few more miles between them
He pours a distance of his own
Starts talking to the bottle
It's all that's left now she's gone
He rages on till the national anthem
Comes on his t.v.
Then he looks straight at the bottle
And says you did this to me
And then he screams
B@it's my time, it's my time, it's my time
And time is what you make of it
It's my time, it's my time, it's my time
And time is what you're taking
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