keep your magic
Words by Bryon Bowers
keep your magic, kid…
don't let the world break you…
always something needing’ done
follow your dreams…
go have some fun…
pick up your bags
walk it down that road…
stop listening to stories of old…
make your own
life is as fast as you can…
you may fail…
you may succeed…
but feed your dreams
life is what you need….
you never wanna say I coulda
I mighta…
or maybe I woulda
[Chorus]
you gotta make your own time
in this mean old world….
you gotta make your own time…
make love to your girl…
you gotta make your own time…
let the little things go…
make your own time…
find the world you don't know….
I’ve travelled around
had some mint on my pillow
left my love back at home
worked some long hard days…
taking taxies and planes…
I couldn't wait to get back to
my baby again….
[Chorus]
you gotta make your own time
in this mean old world….
you gotta make your own time…
make love to your girl…
you gotta make your own time…
let the little things go…
make your own time…
find the world you don't know….
I settled down….
made my way back home…
put down my bag…
no longer I roamed…
3 doggies
2 babies
I settled down
made ourselves a home…
I try to catch
All the moments going by…
but their too fast
when I catch ‘em they cry…
I know someday
I will lay down and die…
live your life
baby don't you cry…
we loved hard
we lived a long goodbye…
[Chorus]
you gotta make your own time
in this mean old world….
you gotta make your own time…
make love to your girl…
you gotta make your own time…
let the little things go…
make your own time…
find the world you don't know….