Micro-awareness and the passing of time
Wrapped in a ribbon and the lines by your eyes
Notice the hollowing out of your cheeks
How you've grown up to desire nights quiet and meek

A bright start to your day
And the goldmine of sleep
How you welcome the tears
How the juice switched to tea

And how the big things, they are shrinking
And the small things they've grown
With the people and the places
That you no longer know

And how the way your mom speaks
Wove it's way through your tongue
And the hope that your laugh
Might be keeping her young

Yet you argue and you bicker
And you just want your space
But now you're far
Rippled reflections flicker back your dad's face

Where'd the time go?
Where'd the time go?
Where'd the time go?
Where'd the time go?