Song: Time is a River

 (Verse 1)

Cards in my hand, but my mind’s far away,
Drifting to places where time used to stay.
Maneater plays on the jukebox loud,
And suddenly, I’m lost in a memory’s cloud.

A toddler’s laughter, a dance so free,
Hannah twirling, just barely three.
Diapered feet on a hardwood floor,
Our first little home, we both adored
Every second, every sigh,
Every fleeting moment just pass-in’ me by.

(Chorus)
Oh, to rewind, to steal back the years,
To mend the regrets, to dry old tears.
I’d make some choices, not the same,
I’d hold those moments, speak her name.
But time is a river, it won’t turn around,
So I sit with my cards, lost in the sound.

(Verse 2)
Your momma—young, beautiful, still the same,
Back then, life was fresh, untamed.
Evenings stretched slow on the old porch swing,
Boone’s Farm kissed our lips, a simple thing.

The scent of cut grass, charcoal’s last breath,
Twilight fading, the world at rest.
Crickets and cicadas in a Southern tune,
The Braves lose again—same old blues.

(Chorus)
Oh, to rewind, to steal back the years,
To mend the regrets, to dry old tears.
I’d make some choices, not the same,
I’d hold those moments, speak her name.
But time is a river, it won’t turn around,
So I sit with my cards, lost in the sound.

(Bridge)
Decisions were heavy, the money was tight,
Both of us workin’ from morning to night.
Graspin’ for Jesus in every way,
Prayin’ for change, just hopin’ to stay.

The kids were strugglin’, we barely could stand,
Holdin’ each other with trembling hands.
God, how did we make it through all that pain?
To stand here now, though nothin’s the same.

(Verse 3)
I remember the call, the weight in my chest,
One of those moments that never will rest.
“Papaw won’t make it, come say goodbye,”
So I drove through the dark, fightin’ to cry.

I sat by his side, his hand in mine,
His weary eyes still warm, still kind.
I whispered a prayer, though words felt small,
Wishing for time—but time takes it all.

(Chorus)
Oh, to rewind, to steal back the years,
To mend the regrets, to dry old tears.
I’d make some choices, not the same,
I’d hold those moments, speak her name.
But time is a river, it won’t turn around,
So I sit with my cards, lost in the sound.

(Outro)
More stories, more laughter, more days in the sun,
More wisdom to gather before he was gone.
But time never lingers, it won’t turn around,
It leaves us with echoes, with love that still sounds.

And time is a river, it won’t turn around,
So I sit with my cards, lost in the sound.