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You know that little Sunday town
Where we used to waste away
Coffee shops and corner stores
Time moved slow in every way
Now I'm here with graying hair
Looking back at what we made
Twenty years just disappeared
Like a cheap arcade
Oh time's a funny friend of mine
Makes a fool of every plan
Takes the boy who thought he'd fly
Turns him to a working man
La la la la la la
Nothing's quite the way it seems
La la la la la la
Time's been messing with my dreams
Remember how we'd count the stars
Swore we'd never settle down
Now I'm counting mortgage payments
In that same old Sunday town
You moved on to bigger things
I stayed here and played it safe
Funny how the years just pile up
Like dishes in the sink
Oh time's a funny friend of mine
Makes a fool of every plan
Takes the boy who thought he'd fly
Turns him to a working man
La la la la la la
Nothing's quite the way it seems
La la la la la la
Time's been messing with my dreams
But maybe that's the joke on us
Thinking we could beat the clock
Maybe happiness ain't waiting
On some distant mountain top
Maybe it's right here with me
In this ordinary place
Sunday morning cup of tea
And the laugh lines on my face
Oh time's a funny friend of mine
Makes a fool of every plan
Takes the boy who thought he'd fly
Shows him how to understand
La la la la la la
Nothing's quite the way it seems
La la la la la la
Time's been keeping all my dreams
In this little Sunday town
Where the coffee's always warm
Maybe I'm exactly where
I was always meant to be
La la la la la la
Time's been good to me