Matt Cox

Lyrics

I've been hard to reach lately
I've been really out of touch 
I've been missing you mama
I've been drinking too much
For the longer the winter time 
The more I wish that you were here
And the days seem to get a little shorter
More and more every year
 
Well, time is what you make of it
And routine is the enemy of time
We do the same thing every day
While it all goes flying by
Oh, mama, how it all goes flying by...
 
I wish that I could hold you
And tell you just how I feel
I'd let you know I'm doing pretty good
I guess this time it's for real
If we could go for one last picnic 
Or maybe just have one more meal
I'd burn us some kosher hot-dogs 
On top of an old charcoal grill
But you flew just like an eagle 
And you fought just like a dog
With the wings of an angel
And the heart of a song
 
Well, time is what you make of it
And routine is the enemy of time
We do the same thing every day
While it all goes flying by
Oh, mama, how it all goes flying by...
 
(c) 2016
Matt Cox/ASCAP