Rust

There's a stingray and its fenders are rusted through And it's been on blocks since nineteen ninety two It got low on life, its end was coming soon As the driver knew the same for him was true On a gurney his heart sunk like a stone Seven cigarettes and twenty four cans at home He's out of fuel on the freeway alone Nothing in his limbs and he's got nowhere to run Time, it has its way You're young until the end of the day If nothing gold can ever stay Then time must've had its way Chain link fences, they moan a melody Where the weeds are taller than the evergreens Boarded windows, the red is weak and peeled A shadow of what it used to be Time, it has its way You're young until the end of the day If nothing gold can ever stay Then time must've had its way Time must've had its way Time must've had its way Time must've had its way Time, it has its way You're young until the end of the day If nothing gold can ever stay Then time must've had its way