Lyrics

Winters are hard, but it's harder to get out of bed
When you're layin’ beside me and dawn’s creeping up overhead
Then the morning it comes
And the magic is gone for a while
But the seasons are changin’
And the birds they will sing to survive

And I'm counting the days
That I've got left to go
I'm watching that moon dance on by
Our little window
In the dead of the night
By the heat of the day
I know that wherever I'm goin’ that time
just ain't gunna stay.

Deep in the saddle
Racing that old evening light
My sleepwalking pony’s got the pasture lit up in her mind
And every dog has his day
And every day has its end so they say
But living minute to minute is better than
fading away

And I'm counting the days
That I've got left to go
I'm watching that moon dance on by
Our little window
In the dead of the night
By the heat of the day
I know that wherever I'm goin’ that time
just ain't gunna stay.

In the dead of the night
By the heat of the day
I know that wherever I'm goin that time
just ain't gunna stay.
Ain’t gunna stay.