Forty Five Years

Forty-five years, and they hand me this watch It's cold as the nights I worked around the clock Traded my dreams for titles and pay Forgot who I was along the way Now I sit here alone, just me and the tick Counting each second, it's making me sick All the dinners I missed, all the nights I stayed late Now I'm left with this watch and the weight of regret I was young once, had fire in my chest Swore I'd be different, never settle for less But I buried that kid under deadlines and pride Lost him somewhere, now he's buried inside Now I sit here alone, just me and the tick Counting each second, it's making me sick All the friends that I lost, all the promises broke This watch in my hand, feels like a cruel joke There's no grand ending, no ribbon tied neat Just a man, and his life left incomplete To anyone listening, don't end it this way Don't trade your soul for a cold payday Now I sit here alone, just me and the tick Counting each second, it's making me sick Every moment I wasted, each dream I let die Now all I've got is this watch and a hollow goodbye Forty-five years, man, they don't give 'em back And no gold-plated watch can make up for that Forty-five years, man, they don't give 'em back And no gold-plated watch can make up for that...