A gang of kids on our peddle bikes
In a dusty town, way to ride
To the general store for popeye cigarettes
Class of '99
Yeah we lived, laughed, loved and cried
Took for granted that those days would never end
Living like that yearbook picture wouldn't fade
And some standing right beside me, I might never see again
The trouble is
You think you have time
You think tomorrow's always coming down the line
And then one day
You wake up and you find
The trouble is you thought you had time
Suit and tie, and a fancy job
Big old house, two car garage
He works hard for his wife and his son
An empty seat at t-ball games
It's just a sacrifice he'll make
He'll make it up, next weekend comes along
Years go by and that day comes too soon
That boy goes off to college, and you stand in his empty room
The trouble is
You think you have time
You think tomorrow's always coming down the line
And then one day
You wake up and you find
The trouble is you thought you had time
Shotgun shells and a tackle box
On the floorboard of a truck
Morning sun burning fog off a lake
Teenage girl with her grandad
He takes her fishing but he feels bad
That she can't take her eyes off that 'ol Facebook page
But someday soon, who knows how long
She'll look up from that phone and he'll be gone
The trouble is
You think you have time
You think tomorrow's always coming down the line
And then one day
You wake up and you find
The trouble is you thought you had time
The trouble is you think you have time