Sunday

Sunday Where does all the time go? Slow down this machine I swear the snow starts falling Before the grass is even green Like God is rolling credits in the middle of the scene Oh, where does all the time go? I think about my brother And when I was his age The patience of my mother In all the wars I’d wage When love was just some letters put together on a page I’ve been thinking about my brother More and more these days There’s something about a Sunday That gets into my head The roads I could’ve chosen The lives I would’ve lead The friends I took for granted And the fears I never shed Oh, there’s something about a Sunday When the sky is turning red But when my eyes are closing And there’s nothing I can change A life forever frozen Pictures in a frame I just hope I can stand behind the man that I became