Hands Of Time Songtext
Detroit built brakes so that they could make a Chevy slow down
And a just-right midnight sorry might turn goodbye around
Bloody Marys and aspirin will give a hangover one hell of a fight
But my remedy for handling the hands of time
Is Seger singing "Hollywood Nights"
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
A paradise by the dashboard light
And I'm just fine, I'm doing alright
We ain't as young as we used to be
And a just-right midnight sorry might turn goodbye around
Bloody Marys and aspirin will give a hangover one hell of a fight
But my remedy for handling the hands of time
Is Seger singing "Hollywood Nights"
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
A paradise by the dashboard light
And I'm just fine, I'm doing alright
We ain't as young as we used to be
But young at heart is so easy
When you let some loud guitars and words that rhyme
Handle the hands of time
My go-to game day jersey's always Carolina blue
When I need to find forgiveness, I find a little small town church pew, yeah
After work I like to put my elbows up on a bar
And girl, I turn to the speakers when I need to speak to this ol' heart
And it's "Back In Black," "Shook Me All Night Long"
"Could You Be Loved," "Redemption Song"
"Luckenbach," "Home Sweet Home"
I'm "Where I Belong," "Ain't Nothing Wrong," yeah
We ain't as young as we used to be
But young at heart is so easy
When you let some loud guitars and words that rhyme
Handle the hands of time
Hands of time
Tryin' to hang on as the song rolls Like gravity pulls on the grains of sand
We take our licks, life takes its toll
We say thanks and we fold our hands
And it's "Amazing Grace," how sweet the sound ("Amazing Grace")
Sunday morning coming down
Tuesday's gone, green grass of home (Tuesday's gone)
I come to the garden alone, yeah
We ain't as young as we used to be
But until under that willow you bury me
I'm gonna turn up some loud guitars
Turn up some loud guitars
(Turn it up loud) Turn up some loud guitars
(Turn it up) Crank some loud guitars
Crank up some loud guitars (Turn it up, turn it up now)
Wanna hear some loud guitars (Turn it up, turn it up now)
I'm gonna let some loud guitars and words that rhyme
(Turn it up, turn it up now, turn it up)
Handle the hands of time
When you let some loud guitars and words that rhyme
Handle the hands of time
My go-to game day jersey's always Carolina blue
When I need to find forgiveness, I find a little small town church pew, yeah
After work I like to put my elbows up on a bar
And girl, I turn to the speakers when I need to speak to this ol' heart
And it's "Back In Black," "Shook Me All Night Long"
"Could You Be Loved," "Redemption Song"
"Luckenbach," "Home Sweet Home"
I'm "Where I Belong," "Ain't Nothing Wrong," yeah
We ain't as young as we used to be
But young at heart is so easy
When you let some loud guitars and words that rhyme
Handle the hands of time
Hands of time
Tryin' to hang on as the song rolls Like gravity pulls on the grains of sand
We take our licks, life takes its toll
We say thanks and we fold our hands
And it's "Amazing Grace," how sweet the sound ("Amazing Grace")
Sunday morning coming down
Tuesday's gone, green grass of home (Tuesday's gone)
I come to the garden alone, yeah
We ain't as young as we used to be
But until under that willow you bury me
I'm gonna turn up some loud guitars
Turn up some loud guitars
(Turn it up loud) Turn up some loud guitars
(Turn it up) Crank some loud guitars
Crank up some loud guitars (Turn it up, turn it up now)
Wanna hear some loud guitars (Turn it up, turn it up now)
I'm gonna let some loud guitars and words that rhyme
(Turn it up, turn it up now, turn it up)
Handle the hands of time
