Borrowed Time by Tom Martin Lyrics
Well, did you know
That I was one of those you left behind
You were up and gone
Without a goodbye
They all said
That you were not the kind to stick around
I only wish I'd known
That it was time
The evenings on the highway
Coming down to be with you
I couldn't wait to eat
Your home-cooked meal
At nighttime in the moonlight
Wrapped alone inside your arms
I guess it doesn't mean much how I feel
Summer days
When the wind blows warm
And the skies turn blue
I'll miss you
And all the while
I was on borrowed time
But I didn't mind
I thought that you were mine
Well, I put all my confidence
Inside the words you spoke
Words that seemed to make the world
Seem so secure
But when you up and left me here
All by myself
I knew there wasn't much
I knew for sure
Well, the world's so damn confusing
So thoughtless and abusing
And I can't stand the thought of losing you
And I guess it's not the season
For doing things for reasons
Walking out ain't a pleasing thing to do
Summer days
When the wind blows warm
And the skies turn blue
I'll miss you
And all the while
I was on borrowed time
But I didn't mind
'Cause I thought that you were mine
That I was one of those you left behind
You were up and gone
Without a goodbye
They all said
That you were not the kind to stick around
I only wish I'd known
That it was time
The evenings on the highway
Coming down to be with you
I couldn't wait to eat
Your home-cooked meal
At nighttime in the moonlight
Wrapped alone inside your arms
I guess it doesn't mean much how I feel
Summer days
When the wind blows warm
And the skies turn blue
I'll miss you
And all the while
I was on borrowed time
But I didn't mind
I thought that you were mine
Well, I put all my confidence
Inside the words you spoke
Words that seemed to make the world
Seem so secure
But when you up and left me here
All by myself
I knew there wasn't much
I knew for sure
Well, the world's so damn confusing
So thoughtless and abusing
And I can't stand the thought of losing you
And I guess it's not the season
For doing things for reasons
Walking out ain't a pleasing thing to do
Summer days
When the wind blows warm
And the skies turn blue
I'll miss you
And all the while
I was on borrowed time
But I didn't mind
'Cause I thought that you were mine