"These Days"
Written
by: Gary Morris/Randy Hart
They're looking older
younger now
growing bolder somehow
these days
You're doing things
that I wouldn't do
There's less of me
and so much
more of you these days
I saw myself in my baby's
eyes
You're not my baby
now it's no surprise
these days
You're the quiet storm
I'm the rock you never
could roll
So pick me up now
I think it's time to
let you
toss me in the water
but before the ripples
settle
you'll be in my space
in another time
maybe then we'll share
a state of mind
someday
When the future Mom
and Daddy plan
passes from me to you
you'll understand
someday
Chorus:
So let your fire burn
try to keep it under
control
remember flames die
and
everybody loses if
the heat
of the moment brings
an
early arrival
It's a senior ring
or a wedding band
A girls a woman now
a boys a man
these days
So let your fire burn
try to keep it under
control
remember flames die
and
everybody loses if
the heat
of the moment brings
an
early arrival
Looking older
younger now my boys
growing bolder somehow
these days
They're looking older
younger now my boys
growing bolder somehow
these days