Tekst
There's a stingray and its fenders are rusted through
And it's been on blocks since nineteen ninety two
It got low on life, its end was coming soon
As the driver knew the same for him was true
On a gurney his heart sunk like a stone
Seven cigarettes and twenty four cans at home
He's out of fuel on the freeway alone
Nothing in his limbs and he's got nowhere to run
Time, it has its way
You're young until the end of the day
If nothing gold can ever stay
Then time must've had its way
Chain link fences, they moan a melody
Where the weeds are taller than the evergreens
Boarded windows, the red is weak and peeled
A shadow of what it used to be
Time, it has its way
You're young until the end of the day
If nothing gold can ever stay
Then time must've had its way
Time must've had its way
Time must've had its way
Time must've had its way
Time, it has its way
You're young until the end of the day
If nothing gold can ever stay
Then time must've had its way