Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask "How are you?" do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow"?
And in your haste, not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, or let a good friendship die,
Because you never had time to call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift, thrown away.
Life is not a race. Please take it slower.
Hear the music before the song is over.
Please don't tell my friends back there I ain't never really been around
Here I am at thirtyfive
Mighty glad to still be alive
And I've been wondering what in the world is going on.
Life's too short to watch it fly away - hey, hey
Do what you want while you can, don't lose a single day
Be thankful for your memories and the good friends that you've known
'Cause one thing I've learned, it don't do no good to sit and bitch and moan!
I've tried my hand at several things I still come back to pick and sing
Old love songs in honky tonks, I wonder now where'd I go wrong
Gaining weight and losing hair
Starting drinking that Coors lite beer
But I learned a lesson somewhere down the line.
Life's too short to watch it fly away - hey, hey
Do what you want while you can, don't lose a single day
Be thankful for your memories and the good friends that you've known
'Cause one thing I've learned, it don't do no good to sit and bitch and moan!
Looking back on all my friends and all the places that I've been
I wouldn't trade a one for a dependable car -
All the laughs and all the smokes and all of life's little dirty jokes
I remember all of those great honky tonk bars.
Life's too short to watch it fly away - hey, hey
Do what you want while you can, don't lose a single day
Be thankful for your memories and the good friends that you've known
'Cause one thing I've learned, it don't do no good to sit and bitch and moan!
HE WORKS HARD TO GIVE HER ALL HE THINKS SHE WANTS
A THREE-CAR GARAGE… HER OWN CREDIT CARD
HE PULLS IN LATE TO WAKE HER UP, WITH A KISS GOODNIGHT
IF HE COULD ONLY READ HER MIND (SHE’D SAY)
BUY ME A ROSE, CALL ME FROM WORK
OPEN A DOOR FOR ME, WHAT WOULD IT HURT
SHOW ME YOU LOVE ME BY THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES
THESE ARE THE LITTLE THINGS I NEED THE MOST IN MY LIFE
NOW THE DAYS HAVE GROWN TO YEARS OF FEELIN’ ALL ALONE
AND SHE CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER WHAT SHE’S DOING WRONG
‘CAUSE LATELY SHE’D TRY ANYTHING TO TURN HIS HEAD
WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE IF SHE SAID
BUY ME A ROSE, CALL ME FROM WORK
OPEN A DOOR FOR ME, WHAT WOULD IT HURT
SHOW ME YOU LOVE ME BY THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES
THESE ARE THE LITTLE THINGS I NEED THE MOST IN MY LIFE
AND THE MORE THAT HE LIVES, THE LESS THAT HE TRIES
TO SHOW HER THE LOVE THAT HE HOLDS INSIDE
AND THE MORE THAT SHE GIVES, THE MORE THAT HE SEES
THIS IS A STORY OF YOU… AND ME
SO I BOUGHT YOU A ROSE, ON THE WAY HOME FROM WORK
TO OPEN THE DOOR TO A HEART THAT I HURT
AND I HOPE THAT YOU NOTICE THIS LOOK IN MY EYES
‘CAUSE I’M GONNA MAKE THINGS RIGHT
FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
I’M GONNA HOLD YOU TONIGHT
DO ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS,
FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
Little Boy, in a baseball hat
Stands in the field with his ball and bat
Says I am the greatest player of them all
Puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down
Swings his bat all the way around
The world’s so still you can hear the sound
The baseball falls to the ground
Now the little boy doesn’t say a word
Picks up his ball, he is undeterred
Says I am the greatest there has ever been
And he grits his teeth and he tries it again
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down
Swings his bat all the way around
The world’s so still you can hear the sound
The baseball falls to the ground
He makes no excuses, He shows no fears
He just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers
Little boy, he adjusts his hat
Picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says I am the greatest the game is on the line
And he gives his all one last time
And the ball goes up like the moon so bright
Swings his bat with all his might
And the world’s so still as still can be
And the baseball falls, and that’s strike three
Now it’s supper time and his mama calls
Little boy starts home with his bat and ball
Says I am the greatest that is a fact
But even I didn’t know I could pitch like that
