I was at a funeral the day I realized
I wanted to spend my life with you.
Sitting down on the steps at the old post office,
The flag was flying at half-mast.

And I was thinkin’ ’bout how everyone is dying,
And maybe it’s time to live.

I don’t know where we’re going.
I don’t know what we’ll do.

Walked into the Thriftee. Saw a man with the hollow eyes Who didn’t give me all my change. But it didn’t bother me this time Cause I know I’ve only got this moment,
And it’s good.

I went to the gas station; Old woman honked her horn,
Waiting for me to fix her car.

I don’t know where we’re going.
I don’t know what we’ll do.

Laying in bed tonight I was thinking And listening to all the dogs,
And the sirens, and the shots,

And how a careful man tries to dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk.

And maybe it’s time to live.