Well, it's been ten years since I finished high school

My God, where does all the time go?

I got friends I ain't seen since 2013 and they live right down the damn road

Yeah, and I'm creepin' up on thirty come next April

I don’t feel old and I reckon I'm really not

But the older I get, the more I regret

Wastin' all that time worried 'bout the things that I ain't got

And time flies by

And I ain't gettin' any younger

But I never let that hunger

Die down

Well, I gotta go

I gotta strike while the iron’s hot

I might not get but one shot

Better make it count

Lord, you better make it count

Well, in my town we ain't got no high society

And you don’t see too many silver spoons

You gotta make a livin' off your hustle or your muscle

I made mine off of a playin' my tunes

And I still gotta a whole lot left to do, Lord

Keeps me layin' in the bed awake at night

Well, that same old feelin'

That highway healin'

That hit the stage with all my rowdy friends on Friday night

And time flies by

And I ain't gettin' any younger

But I never let that hunger

Die down

Well, I gotta go

I gotta strike while the iron’s hot

I might not get but one shot

Better make it count

Lord, you better make it count

Oh, and time flies by

And I ain't gettin' any younger

But I never let that hunger

Die down

Well, I gotta go

I gotta strike while the iron’s hot

I might not get but one shot

I better make it count

Lord, I better make it count

Lord, I better make it count