Red sun setting on the road behind her

A hundred miles out of her hometown

Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone

Listens to it rattle on down

Voice's cold as the phone she's holding

The connection's way to clear

He's yelling where's my dinner

She's too far gone to care

She says listen here

Chorus

There's a time to stand, and the time is now or never

Time to fly, a time to let go forever

Time to grow, and a time to discover

Life is precious, every second

You've wasted mine and it's my time

She puts a few more miles between them

He pours a distance of his own

Starts talking to the bottle

It's all that's left now that she's gone

He rages on 'till the national anthem

Comes on his tv

Then he looks straight at the bottle

Says you did this to me

And then he screams

Chorus

It's my time, it's my time, it's my time

And time is what you make it

It's my time, it's my time, it's my time

And time is what you're taking