Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
James Bradley White
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Elizabeth B White
Komponist:in
James Bradley White
Komponist:in
Lyrics
Haven't set out on a road trip
Since I can't remember when
I'd like to visit Rotorua
Roam the streets of Rome again
Finally take that second honeymoon
A Royal Viking cruise
Find that Hohner buried in a drawer
And learn to blow the blues
Start checkin' off that bucket list
I'm saving on my phone
I'll do it when there's time, but now
My time is not my own
The grandkids need attention
There's weeding to be done
I gotta call my brother back
And give the dog a run
My buddy needs a lift to town
There's dinner to decide
And laundry to be sorted out
As soon as it is dried
I know I need some me time
For me and me alone
I'll grab some when I can, but now
My time is not my own
Time's like a river, it flows and it flows
Fed by rain each year
Time's like a river, but everybody knows
It stopped raining here
Arthritis is a royal pain
My back is always sore
The eyesight's getting weaker
The memory even more
My nerves are raw, my flesh is frail
I'm reminded every day
This coil I wear is mortal
And the shruggin's on its way
We enter life as solo acts
We leave it as alone
Our days and nights are numbered
Our time is not our own
So I share as much as I can spare
And I don't feel so alone
'Cause time is all I've got to give
And my time is not my own
Yeah, time is all we've got to give
And our time is not our own
Written by: Elizabeth B White, James Bradley White