That Song

Every time I hear that song

On the radio

It takes me back to when I was young and you were growing up

And I know I'll be there in the blink of the eye but for now I pray for time to fly

And now every time I think of growing up I hear that song

And it sounds like harmonies into the future

And it feels like a breath of air in your lungs

But it goes so fast you don't even know it's over

And now every time I think of growing up I hear that song