Lyrics

Make Time
Words & Music: Tim Kochanski


anyone, at any given time
any answered phone call...
may be death on the line

CHORUS:
I'm gonna get myself boy scout prepared
disregard the grudges I bear
I lost my family and friends to the undertow of the daily grind
I've got to make time... make time... make time.

they slip away, godspeed, how they slip away
newborn angels
memory, don't you fade

how quick the fires burn with no repair.
how swift the winds blow just to mess you hair.
in the time a raindrop needs to get you wet,
the mud will soil your whitest pants. CHORUS.

anyone, at any given time
any answered phone call...
may be death on the line

lord have mercy, oh the things I've done.
for the fingers I've pointed when I was wrong
for all the promises I've aged like wine
for the over concern of what's mine is mine. CHORUS.