There's Time

A man in a mirror, a soul made of stone
Callused and cratered, battered and worn
Dirt on your elbow, you finger your food
Out here a drift with the stars and the moon
But there’s time, oh it’s time

A pistol on a table, a book made of dreams
A heart with no halo and salvation seems
To pass you on by like you’re not really here
Watching and waiting for it to appear
But there’s time, oh it’s time

Chorus
There’s time to keep moving, time to carry on
Time to keep living and time for a song
There’s time, oh it’s time

A beer in a bottle, a boy and girl
A slow action throttle, a fast moving world
Holding and hoping for something to come
Lonely ain’t nothing but a loaded gun
But there’s time, oh it’s time


Written by Shawn Nelson.
© 2011 Fonky Tonk Music (BMI)