Been some time since the first night I saw you. Had some good, had some bad times since then. And through all of these moments that I've gotten to know you.
Look up, child. The world is born. Shoe's untied. And your soles are worn. . Windows are rolled down. Sun is setting high. Windows are rolled down. I'm fixing to die.
And no one says a word to me. They're concerned with my jealousy. Well, I guess that's how it's gotta be. From now on. . And time, it swallows everything.