Martina McBride It's My Time
RED SUN SETTING ON THE ROAD BEHIND HER
A HUNDRED MILES OUT OF HER HOME TOWN
DROPS A QUARTER IN A BEAT UP PAY PHONE
LISTENS TO IT RATTLE ON DOWN
VOICES COLD AS THE PHONE SHE’S HOLDING
THE CONNECTION’S WAY TOO CLEAR
HE’S YELLING WHERE’S MY DINNER
SHE’S TOO FAR GONE TO CARE SHE SAYS LISTEN HERE
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THERE’S A TIME TO STAND AND THE TIME IS NOW OR NEVER
A TIME TO FLY, A TIME TO LET GO FOREVER
A TIME TO GROW AND A TIME TO DISCOVER
LIFE IS PRECIOUS EVERY SECOND YOU’VE WASTED MINE
AND IT’S MY TIME
SHE PUTS A FEW MORE MILES BETWEEN THEM
HE POURS A DISTANC E OF HIS OWN
HE STARTS TALKING TO THE BOTTLE
IT’S ALL THAT’S LEFT NOW THAT SHE’S GONE
HE RAGES ON TIL THE NATIONAL ANTHEM COMES ON HIS TV
THEN HE LOOKS STRAIGHT AT THE BOTTLE
AND SAYS YOU DID THIS TO ME
AND THEN HE SCREAMS
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IT’S MY TIME IT’S MY TIME IT’S MY TIME AND TIME IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT
IT’S MY TIME IT’S MY TIME IT’S MY TIME AND TIME IS WHAT YOU’RE TAKING
MUSIC BREAK
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