The Years Are Short Lyrics by Rodney Atkins
They’re gonna wake you up too early
They’re gonna lay back down too late
You’ll find sleep between the worry
If the paying bills can wait
That’s what my ole man told me
When my little man was born
The days are long
Oh, but the years are short
I’ve seen baseballs fly through windows
Skateboards fly down halls
Seen some climbing trees and fences
That makes a mama climb the walls
Seen me wishing time away
But I don’t wish that anymore
The days are long
The years are short
And the world turns fast, the clock turns slow
Some “right nows” feel like forever
But they stack up, and they shake out
Like all the names and dates and measures
Scribbled here in pencil just inside this pantry door
The days are long
Oh, but the years are short
Yeah, I got one that makes me pray
I got one that makes me cuss
Some days we’re raising them
But then some days they’re raising us
We’ve learned to wave the white flag
Trade some battles for some wars
‘Cause the days are long
But the years are short
And the world turns fast, the clock turns slow
Some “right nows” feel like forever
But they stack up, and they shake out
Like all the names and dates and measures
Scribbled here in pencil just inside this pantry door
The days are long
Oh, but the years are short
The years are short
Then, “When you coming home, Dad?”
Turns into, “When you coming home, Son?”
And you’re burning through them front porch lights
‘Cause you’re always leaving on one
And the world turns fast, the clock turns slow
Some “right nows” feel like forever
But they stack up, and they shake out
Like all the names and dates and measures
Scribbled here in pencil just inside this pantry door
The days are long
But the years are short, yeah
Oh, but the years are short
