theres no time
to argue
about the stupid things that people do
they all seem just a little to consumed
with them selves to stop and think bout you a minuet
i know it seems like ive got so much time on my hands
but never enough to follow through with any of my plans
but ill always try to make time for you
but some times baby your just ganna have to make do
well the world can be so hard some times
i know that your not the type to get disheartend by it
and though we both know we've grown so far apart
swing though your town babe you just jump in the car and then we're out
there's no time to complane
i bolck'm out they all sound like wispers in the rain
like looking out the window of a plane
look at the world and hope that i make it back home to you some day