Stephen Ray Brown - Thanks for Your Time

A half-empty glass of red
Or was it half-full
She always had an excuse
Everything was wonderful

Back then he didn't think about questions
He'd rather not know the answers to
Back then he didn't try to do anything
He'd rather not have to do
He'd rather not have to

She sits on an unmade bed
Or was it half-made
Should I run a comb through my hair
It won't cover up the gray

He can't remember his dreams
Maybe they didn't matter much to him anyway
You say you don't need love
You probably need it more than you could ever say
More than you would ever say

Thanks for your time
And thanks for the company
Everything's been just fine
But tomorrow is calling me

A half-empty front seat
In that old Chevrolet
The road lies straight ahead
There's no such thing as yesterday

Now he has to think about those questions
He'd rather not know the answers to
Now he has to try to do all the things
He'd rather not have to do
But that's what he's got to do

Thanks for your time
And thanks for the company
Everything's been just fine
But tomorrow is calling me

Written by:
Stephen Brown

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