Rodney Atkins When It's My Time
I was late for work
Had to pull to the side
While a funeral train of cars drove by
With their lights on
It was just my luck
It went on and on for miles
I kept checkin my watch, grittin my teeth
Then suddenly it dawned on me
Whoever this is is gonna be missed
For a long long time
And it got me thinkin
When it s my time to go
The end of my road
I hope it looks like this
Two hundred cars
Stretched out as far
As the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave
Half as much love behind
When it s my time
So I followed that last car
Down to the church
Took off my ball cap
Tucked in my shirt
I Just had to see
What kind of life
Could cause such a traffic jam
Heard story after story
People laughed, people cried
It didn t take long to understand why
Every pew was full
There s a lot of good souls
Be better from knowin him
Now I m one of them
When it s my time to go
The end of my road
I hope it looks like this
Two hundred cars
Stretched out as far
As the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave
Half as much love behind
When it s my time
Felt a hand on my back
Turned around, someone asked
Did you know him well?
And I said Yeah,
Well enough to know �
When it s my time to go
The end of my road
I hope it looks like this
Two hundred cars
Stretched out as far
As the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave
Half as much love behind
When it s my time
Ooooh
When it s my time
