Minutes To Memories

On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line He looked at the young man who was riding beside him He said I'm old kind of worn out inside I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary And my father before me I helped build this land Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness I earned every dollar that passed through my hands My family and friends are the best thing I've known Through the eye of the needle I'll carry them home CHORUS Days turn to minutes And minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams That we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out And be the best you can The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones This highway is long but I know some that are longer By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times