Song | It's My Time |
Artist | Martina McBride |
Album | Emotion |
Written:Billy Crain/Tammy Hyler/Kim Tribble | |
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 | |
Repeat 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 |
Written: Billy Crain Tammy Hyler Kim Tribble | |
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 | |
Repeat 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 |