A gang of kids on their peddle bikes In a dusty town, way to ride To the general store for popeye cigarettes Class of '99 Yeah we lived, laughed, loved and cried Took for granted that those days would never end Living like that yearbook picture wouldn't fade And some standing right beside me, I might never see again The trouble is You think you have time You think tomorrows always coming down the line And then one day You wake up and you find The trouble is you thought you had time Student hire and a fancy job Big old house, two car garage He works hard for his wife and his son An empty seat at t-ball games Just a sacrifice he'll make Make it up, next weekend comes along Years go by and that day comes too soon That boy goes off to college, he stands in his empty room The trouble is You think you have time You think tomorrows always coming down the line And then one day You wake up and you find The trouble is you thought you had time ♪ Shotgun shells and a tackle box On the floorboard of a truck Morning sun burning fog off a lake A teenage girl and her grandad He takes her fishing but he feels bad She can't take her eyes off that Facebook page But someday soon, who knows how long She'll look up from that phone and he'll be gone The trouble is You think you have time You think tomorrows always coming down the line And then one day You wake up and you find The trouble is you thought you had time The trouble is you thought you had time