
mmm... ooo... oo.. ya..

Time slips by like smoke on a breeze,
Friday night lights and cut-off jeans.
Barefeet swingn' off a tailgate bed,
Still hear your voice in my head.

Ain’t no slowin’ down this town,
Every year it’s changin’ out.
I still find that peace within,
When I close my eyes,
I’m back... again in my zen.


Time slips by like whiskey down,
Burns a little, then it’s gone somehow.
Every mile, every now and then,
I lose myself... then I find it again.
Yeah, time slips by, but I don’t mind when
I’m right here, again in my zen.


Same ol’ bar, same neon glow,
Same ol’ crowd but they come and go.
I raise a glass to what’s been done,
And to the next wild place I run.

Maybe peace ain’t in the plan,
I’m doin’ the best I can.
All it takes, is a moment’s end...
And I’m back again in my zen.


Time slips by like whiskey down,
Burns a little, then it’s gone somehow.
Every mile, every now and then,
I lose myself... then I find it again.
Yeah, time slips by, but I don’t mind...
Cause I’m right here, again in my zen.


Can’t hold the sunset in the palm of your hand...
Can’t make love... stay on demand.
But when that quiet hits the wind,
I breathe it in... 
I’m back again... again in my zen... ooo... yaa... mmm... 


Time slips by like whiskey down,
Every laugh, every tear, every town.
I ain’t chasin’ what I can’t defend,
I’m just ridin’ it out till my story ends.
Yeah, time slips by... and I’ll let it spin,
Long as I can be...
Again in my zen... ooo... ya... mmm...
Again in my zen... ooo... ya ya ya.

Mmmm...

Again my Zen

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