Watching the trees as we fly by.
Not watching time and she'll never be shy.
Why did I have to find her so late.
That's just how the ball rolls.
So as she goes off and leaves me
I'm afraid that I will not be the same person that I used to know
I'm singing to you with a different glow.
What can I do?
Time just flew by and seems to me
I should have counted goodbyes.
Now time has past and has gone.
Weeping and crying trying to write you a song.
Pulled in and kissed her goodbye.
I still got summer so why do I cry?
Cause I know that we'll see again,
but that will be the beginning of the end.