There's a stingray and its fenders are rusted through

And it's been on blocks since nineteen ninety two

It got low on life, its end was coming soon

As the driver knew the same for him was true

On a gurney his heart sunk like a stone

Seven cigarettes and twenty four cans at home

He's out of fuel on the freeway alone

Nothing in his limbs and he's got nowhere to run

Time, it has its way

You're young until the end of the day

If nothing gold can ever stay

Then time must've had its way

Chain link fences, they moan a melody

Where the weeds are taller than the evergreens

Boarded windows, the red is weak and peeled

A shadow of what it used to be

Time, it has its way

You're young until the end of the day

If nothing gold can ever stay

Then time must've had its way

Time must've had its way

Time must've had its way

Time must've had its way

Time, it has its way

You're young until the end of the day

If nothing gold can ever stay

Then time must've had its way