Lyrics
You ain't got nothing but time
And it's yours and it's mine just fine
Wake up and do it again
And how you just was and where you just been
Days fade and turn into night
Close your eyes and head towards the light
Preparation, make up some time
Headed for the unknown, but it will be just fine
Lots of shiny numbers
Crossed by fuzzy colors
Spinning through a porcupine Chicken fried crime of time
All the feelings flundered
Remember moments wondered
Thermal sock atop pop rock, sidewalks undiscovered
Yeah, What shall it be for the day
Shall it be, shall it be for the day
When I walk I feel it in my shoes
In my shoes
When I walk I feel it my shoes
It's not the days in your life
But the life in your days that make up this time
Wake up and do it again
And how you just was and where you just been
Lots of shiny numbers
Crossed by fuzzy colors
Spinning through a porcupine Chicken fried crime of time
All the feelings flundered
Remember moments wondered
Thermal sock atop pop rock, sidewalks undiscovered
Yeah, shall it be for the day
Shall it be, shall it be for the day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
When I walk I feel it in my shoes
Written by: Fletcher T. Kelley, Jared Warren