The Slow March of Time Flies by

Friday night in early fall
Your hair was wet and darker blonde
No one home, just you and me
That's heaven when you're seventeen

Photos fade like memories
The music stays, the color leaves
Like water on a piece of wood
Some of it sinks in for good

Well, how could I have known
That twelve years on down the line
I'd be singing to your picture
In my mind?

I can't quite recall the man I was, it seems I blinked, and now he's me
When did all thеse just-the-other-days turn into distant mеmories?
While you're searching for a rhyme, the slow march of time flies by

From time to time, I hear your name
And look you up to stoke the pain
You got a dog, just like you said
Glad something went the way we planned

I can't quite recall the man I was, it seems I blinked, and now he's me
When did all thеse just-the-other-days turn into distant mеmories?
While you're searching for a rhyme, the slow march of time flies by