Borrowed Time - Blues Traveler

Oh precious life

How you loved to lie to me

So recklessly fragile

So beyond my power to see

And yet so demanding

By making me believe

That I am standing

In the way of my own reprieve

That all our days are numbered

No matter the amount

There’s a first and then at last

There is finally the fact

That the numerals just don’t count

And all our time is borrowed

No deposit, no return

And no promise of tomorrow or the next day

What was lent you can never earn

If I took care of you

And loved you all your days

I’d still have to let you go

Cause nothing ever stays

You taught me to stand

And then you left the job to me

Now as a man

I’m finally forced to see

That all our days are numbered

No matter the amount

There’s a first and then at last

There is finally the fact

That the numerals just don’t count

And all our time is borrowed

No deposit, no return

And no promise of tomorrow or the next day

What was lent you can never earn

What was lent you can never earn

What was lent you can never earn

What was lent you can never earn