Time To Fly
(©2010 Steve Connelly)



Every day turns into one,
the future runs for cover.
Here and now I stand below
a past that always hovers overhead.
Now’s the time again to feel
the sting of jilted lovers,
pain is pain, it matters not
if this was worse than others, but it is.

And all we can do is sigh
and wait, wait for time to fly.

Every ghost you’ve seen before
has slipped into this bottle,
take a drink, now take a drive,
my hand is on the throttle, straight ahead.
Sorry if the ride is rough,
but I know what I’m doing.
Trust me now, I’ve got this down,
it’s really nothing new and too hard.

And all we can do is sigh
and wait, wait for time to fly
to the place where days go
and build the years we’re yet to know,
releasing futures from our hold.

And all we can do is sigh
and wait, wait for time to fly.