| I know that seasons change, but still it always take me by surprise
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| I pretend I’m in control, arranging all the pieces of my life
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| Then one day my son stopped holding my hand
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| And I knew I had to let the boy become a man
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| If it were up to me it came too soon
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| But maybe he was right on time
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| Right on time
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| Right on time
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| I could see the smoke long before my life went up in flames
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| But some things must be lost if they ever have a hope of being saved
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| Lying on the bathroom floor in tears
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| Praying for a miracle to come and meet me here
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| I was afraid it was too late
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| But maybe I was right on time
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| Right on time
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| Right on time
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| When you’re falling apart
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| And it’s breaking your heart
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| You can’t see any reason
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| Or find any meaning
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| There’s a valley you have to get through
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| You can’t hurry 'cause it won’t let you
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| But it’s leading us somewhere
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| And when we finally get there
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| We’re right on time
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| I’m sorry for the times I was afraid my life was slipping through your hands
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| When we look back at the end of our lives
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| Will we see the way you made straight every crooked line?
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| Maybe by then we won’t be surprised
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| To find that you were right on time
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| Right on time
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| Right on time |