Wearing The Time - Tom Paxton

Time was, it was all ahead of me

These days it seems I’m as faded as these jeans

And what was once a dollar’s now a dime

Sweet youth goes on the petals of a rose

Now it looks like I’m wearing the time

Like an old, old friend

The time and me go way back when

But I know now, what I didn’t know then

I wish I could start all over again

In my field, every spring the green grass grows

While flowers flourish as they climb

Yellow and blue, every year their lives renew

While I’m left behind, wearing the time

Like an old, old friend

The time and me go way back when

But I know now, what I didn’t know then

I wish I could start all over again

Time was, it was all ahead of me

I faced it, embraced and it was said of me

That I loved life so much that I could taste it

No one ever thought that I would waste it

Like an old, old friend

The time and me go way back when

But I know now, what I didn’t know then

Wish I could start

I wish I could start all over again

Wearing the time

Wearing the time