"No Time To Crank The Sun" lyrics

"No Time To Crank The Sun"

No time
To crank the sun
And dry our hair
Before we go

No time
To lay around
We’ll come back someday

No time
To change our minds
The pricks are always
On our heels

No time
To fight about it
This time we can’t be late

I was driving
Taking chances
Walking way too far out on
Some broken branches

Sometimes where you’re going
Is hard to see

I always knew there was
Something missing
They said no one could ever get me
To sit and listen

I was always
Trying to leave

Babe it got away from me
It got away from me

No time
To plan our fears
These things they always
Come from nowhere

No time
To lay around
We’ll come back someday

Nothing will ever just
Come to you, it’s only
What you find around and
What you do

If you don’t hold it tight
It’ll leave

I kept seeing you
All around me
I couldn’t just stand here and wait
Until you found me

I had to take you to make you
Believe

Babe it got away from me
It got away from me
It got away from me

It got away from me

If I wasn’t so gone tonight
I’d try to explain
Some people just know what they want
It doesn’t change

If I wasn’t so gone completely
This would feel like pain
Some people just know what they want


Writer(s): Matthew Donald Berninger, Brent Knopf
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