One night I went to bed, I was ten

Woke up I was thirty

Twenty years all blurryI′m not worried

It's just time′s in a hurry

I've asked God to slow it down before

But it's like he hasn′t heard me

In earlier times I kept my eye out for signs

The kind that mark when you cross a finish line

I lost the plot when I got so far behind

That the race I struggled through was more like a climb

But now I′m old enough to look back and know that

The road had been so bad but helped me grow up fast

Get less attached to brass rings, smoke screens

If I had a time machine I'd tell past Shane kindness is everything

Kindness is everything

Here′s another one

I played hockey as a kid for the Kenny Lake hawks

A wonky left wing, an odd duck made the coaches squawk

You ever done snow angels as a one-time goalie in the middle of a game?

Probably not

Some of us kids pretended to be wolves, digging holes

In the snow at Fahrenheit under thirty five below

Or Balto heading home to Nome with medicine in tow pulling a sled

With other dogs aka eight year-olds

Me and joby used to wake up early on Saturday

Watch cartoons unless Katie wanted to watch the game

Eat Froot Loops till the milk was goop

A sugar rush, then we'd go outside to play

Later on I′d be snowboarding with Jeremy and Dave

Road run Thompson Pass till the sun began to fade

A parcel of stars took its place

Packing up, we prayed none of this would ever change

Sometimes I go outside, drift to the breeze

Slip away in the present through branches of trees

This present moment is a present unwrapping me

The only gift to give back's accept and receive

Let memories overtake like a pile of leaves

I smile as I rake, combing all the moments spent in winter

Going too fast on a snowmachine in the back

Hookeybobbing, look mom, I′m hobbling

The sled wobbled too much, next thing you knew I was falling

Into snow and ice and rocks shot up

Like old dust among antiques like a bull in a china shop

It's time to stop, besides a new Tony Hawk game just dropped

Ride back home, go inside, pop in the disc

Skate the warehouse, two player bliss

Till we're on it so long we don′t know what time it is

Twenty years later not sure what time it is

So the mirror reflects back a full grown man

He can′t ever return, but I know I can

To the memories

To the memories

To the memories

To the memories