I used to be the “drinking kind”
But drinking never was a friend of mine
The words she whispered never did ring true
She’d leave me by the side of the road
In the middle of the night in the freezing cold
Again in the morning, we’d start anew
If that was now and this was then
I would do it all over again
Here’s to the sweet passing of time
I’ve always loved the sound
Of my guitar in another town
Late-night coffee has it’s late-night charms
A little something in a coffee cup
A little something just to pick you up
A little something in a stranger’s arms
If that was now and this was then
I’d do it all over again
Here’s to the sweet passing of time
As the years go drifting by
In the cliched blink of an eye
Where would you be if not for that one turn?
If I could talk to the younger me
So many things I’d ask him to see
Like how wins or losses are lessons learned
If that was now and this was then
I would do it all over again
So here’s to the sweet passing of time
If that was now and this was then
I would do it all over again
So here’s to the sweet passing of time
