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Fulton Lee Farrish
Fulton Lee Farrish
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Fulton Lee Farrish
Fulton Lee Farrish
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August Pappas
August Pappas
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Fulton Lee Farrish
Fulton Lee Farrish
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Lyrics

I'm close enough to my youth, I can still smell the classroom Where my kindergarten teacher gave me purple sticks of glue I ran across the blacktop 'til I grew out of my shoes Time back then was always on the move Now I'm good and grown, got two children of my own They use the couch cushions to build fortresses of stone My daughter turned three, that means two is long gone Time, I guess, is rolling, rolling on And I can see the hand of father time on my old man I am not ready for the day that I let go of his hand Our relationship is an hourglass that's losing sand But I am such a busy, busy man Someone help, I'm asleep at the wheel And every time I wake up, I've lost another year How do I forget over and over again? Time is running, running like the wind I heard of a man, always thought in advance Every day he spent crafting up tomorrow's plan He made so much money and he shook so many hands I don't know if his life ever began Well, that is a road I don't want to travel, so I tape my eyes open so I can watch my children grow Then I go complaining how the day moves so slow Will I ever learn? I do not know Someone help, I'm asleep at the wheel And every time I wake up, I've lost another year How do I forget over and over again? That every passing day Is one that won't come back my way And time is running, running like the wind
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