Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite trip. Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip. But within the realm of our atmosphere. We're 'bout as out of whack as we've ever been in a million years.
You ain't done nothing wrong, but I think we need to talk. You might be the one, but before we go too far. I need a little time to figure out my heart.
My name's Tommy Franks and my daddy's name was Ray. Ray was a farm boy a cowboy and a banker. A clerk, a roughneck, a driller. A long haul driver, a soldier and a mechanic.
My time on Earth. Long as it seems. Is just a moment. In the grand scheme of things. . A short refrain. Of life's endless song. Sung only once. And then we're gone.