Come to Find

Motorcycle in the drive

Child runnin' round with her big eyes wide

Taking it all in, like children do

See her lying on the floor

Near pieces of the broken door

Somewhere else, the sky's a-shining blue

Now, using drugs doesn't make a man bad

Doing crime for the things we had

Never judge a man for that hard life

But it wasn't the drugs that made the man bad

Nobody's fault when he got real mad

Taking it out on his child and wife

And time just rolls

Just rolls on by

Whoa, time just rolls

Just rolls on by

Then seventeen, my heart found love

I lost everything I let go of

Young love can be so wild, and fun, and free

But all my love couldn't make a man kind

Somehow I had come to find

My own man to do wrong to me

And time just rolls

Just rolls on by

Oh, time just rolls

Just rolls on by

Oh, now can't you hear my voice ring clear

Oh, now can't you hear my voice ring clear

Oh, now can't you hear my voice ring clear

Oh, now can't you hear my voice ring clear