These Days

(Each day is precious, if we stop long enough to realize it. I started writing this song in England in 2002 while visiting our daughter, Kaitlyn, who was working there. It took me two years and a trip to Malaysia before I managed to finish it.)

Deep inside I think I'm still fifteen
When someone calls me mister
I'm sure it's my dad they mean
All these years went by just like that
Zero to fifty, in six seconds flat

Each day's made of moments
Each moment goes on its way
I want to make the most
Each one of these days

Work hard, stay focused,
You're gonna go far
So I bought lots of stuff
A big house this guitar
I'm not saying all this stuff isn't nice
But I realized
I've been paying full price

Each day's made of moments
Each moment goes on its way
I want to make the most
Each one of these days

These days, everything's
Moving so fast
These days, before I know it
The future's gone past

And I'll find myself at the table
Watching the last grains
Drain through the hour glass
I want to make the most of
Each one of these days

I don't know
How many sunrises I'll see
What I do with each one
That's up to me
So to quote a smart man
Nobody carves on their grave
"Wish I'd gone into the office
Just one more day!"

Each day's made of moments
Each moment goes on its way
I want to make the most
Each one of these days

These days, everything's
Moving so fast
These days, before I know it
The future's gone past
And I'll find myself at the table
Watching the last grains
Drain through the hour glass
I want to make the most of
Each one of these days