Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
top
Each day, an old book closes.
90 on the freeway.
Up and away
I’ve been building. Each day,
I’m climbing higher and higher
Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
Each day, an old book closes.
90 on the freeway.
Up and away
I’ve been building. Each day,
I’m climbing higher and higher
