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Backstory:

ABOUT THE PASSAGE OF TIME, WRITTEN FOR KENNY ROGERS, GEORGE STRAIT, ALAN JACKSON                                                                                                    

Lyrics:

                                                  
SMOKE THROUGH A KEYHOLE --(First person version)
© Andy Taylor
NOTE: I also have version sung in 3rd person for other pitches

I’m standing on the stage, they’re
Ready to call my name, 
Graduation day man aint it cool
Seems like only yesterday, we had
Endless summer days 
Dad can I stay out and play 
A few more minutes please
Where do I go from here
My childhood has disappeared

LIKE SMOKE THROUGH A KEYHOLE
THE BLINK OF AN EYE
STOP THE WIND WITH YOUR HANDS 
YOU COULDN’T IF YOU TRIED
LIKE SAND THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
TIME DOESN’T LINGER
IT SLOWLY SLIPS AWAY AND THEN DISAPPEARS
LIKE SMOKE, THROUGH A KEYHOLE 

Fast forward a few more years and a
Couple thousand beers, I was
Chasing tail and raising hail ‘n now I’m altar bound 
As we exchange our vows, I
Can’t help but wonder how, after
All this time, I am
Standing up here
From wild and crazy
To responsibility
CHORUS
In the twilight of my life,
Standing her with my wife,
Watchin’ grown up kids with children of their own
Hey Grandpa look at me, what a 
Sweet melody, I
Never dreamed there’d be a day
I’d hear that said to me
When did I get here
What happened to the years
CHORUS
© Andy Taylor 210 Davenham Court Alpharetta, GA 30005 a.taylor@mayberryintl.com 678.908.3984