We All Get Our Turn

Pink skies, sleepy eyes
The sun it rises
Making due with all my
Bad decisions
One of millions just
Out there living
Not happy ‘less I’m in the
Dirt and diggin’.

No regrets, hedging bets
I feel so restless
I called you up but you’re
Out of guesses
If you want I’ll buy you a ticket
We can wonder just
What our place is

And they carved rock into road
Told the river how to flow
We all get our turn
To be young and grow old
We all get our turn to grow old

Asphalt or gravel
No, it don’t matter
How you got here, the road you traveled
Ask yourself who
Is your master?
Is this the life you’ve been
Chasing after?

Tomorrow holds no guarantees
They say history tends to repeat
Signs are suggestions
And rules are for questioning
Just crossed the line into
Tennessee

And they carved rock into road
Told the river how to flow
We all get our turn
To be young and grow old
We all get our turn to grow old