In the blink of an eye
At the drop of a hat
It came and you went and
Just like that
I was standing at the scene of a crime
Trying to weigh the facts
And if I'd known then what I know now
Then I'd have found a way somehow
To tell you everything
I needed you to know
There's so much I remember
And so much that is lost
Between the pages and mile markers somehow
So much just gets tossed
I'd like to think you can see me from where you are
But I just don't feel that at all
I guess I've got my work cut out for me
Sorting through the wreckage
Looking for something to hold onto
I guess I've got my work cut out for me
And if I'm gonna live up to this
Then I've got to
Got to get back down to my roots
I was young and foolish then
But now I'm just a fool
Who happens to be old enough
To know some of the rules
And when I step outside the lines
The memory of you reminds me of what I'm supposed to do
And who I'm supposed to be
I guess I've got my work cut out for me
Sorting through the wreckage
Looking for something to hold onto
I guess I've got my work cut out for me
And if I'm gonna live up to this
Then I've got to
Got to get back down to my roots
There's so much I remember and so much that is lost
Somewhere in time
There's so much I remember and so much that is lost
Somewhere in my mind
There's so much I remember and so much that is lost
Somewhere in time