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 17

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

Well how could I have known
That 12 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 these just the other days
Turn in to distant memories
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 these just the other days
Turn in to distant memories
While you're searching for a rhyme
The slow march of time flies by