Текст (слова) песни: Martina Mcbride - It`s My Time
Red sun setting on the road behind her A hundred miles out of her hometown Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone Listens to it rattle on down Voice`s cold as the phone she`s holding The connection`s way to clear He`s yelling where`s my dinner She`s too far gone to care She says listen here
Chorus There`s a time to stand, and the time is now or never Time to fly, a time to let go forever Time to grow, and a time to discover Life is precious, every second You`ve wasted mine and it`s my time
She puts a few more miles between them He pours a distance of his own Starts talking to the bottle It`s all that`s left now that she`s gone He rages on `till the national anthem Comes on his tv Then he looks straight at the bottle Says you did this to me And then he screams
Chorus
It`s my time, it`s my time, it`s my time And time is what you make it It`s my time, it`s my time, it`s my time And time is what you`re taking
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