I Thought There'd Be More Time 💔 | Emotional Country Ballad

Funny thing about time, when you're young you think you've got plenty of it, plenty of summers, plenty of visits, plenty of chances to say the things that matter, so you keep putting life off until tomorrow, then one day, tomorrow shows up without asking, and everything looks different. Pulled into that gravel driveway, just like I had done before, that old white fence was leaning sideways, paint peeling off the porch, the tire swing still hung from that oak tree, though it barely moved at all, everything looked almost the same, except for dad, he stood there by the mailbox, with more gray than I recall, and for the first time in my whole life, he looked small, and it hit me harder than the rain, nothing stays the way it was, I thought there'd be more time, more Sundays, more front porch nights, more stories I could listen to, more chances to get it right, I always thought tomorrow would be waiting down the line, but standing there beside my father, I realized, there ain't always more time, we sat talking in the kitchen, where mama used to make sweet tea, he laughed about the old days, like they happened yesterday to me, and he asked about my children, called them by the wrong names twice, and suddenly the years between us, didn't feel so nice, I saw the hands that built our house, shaking as they held that cup, and all the moments that I'd missed, started catching up, you don't notice time is moving, until you see it in someone's eyes, I thought there'd be more time, more fishing trips, more county fairs, more talks beneath that midnight sky, more reasons to be there, I kept chasing after someday, believing love could wait in line, but standing there beside my father, I realized, there ain't always more time, nobody tells you when it's happening, no warning sign appears, one day your heroes seem invincible, the next they're measured by the years, and all those calls you meant to make, and all those roads you meant to drive, start feeling like the heaviest things, you've carried in your life, I thought there'd be more time, to thank him for the man I am, to tell him all the things I learned, from those rough and weathered hands, now every visit means a little more, every goodbye stays on my mind, cause the older I get, the more I know, there ain't always more time, so if there's somebody you love, call them, visit them, sit a little longer, listen a little closer, because one day, you'll wish you had, you'll wish you had,