Another Favorite Song

Yeah-sometimes you have your hour, day, month, paycheck, life all planned out. You know exactly what you're going to be doing, when, how long, and what comes next. Ya think. Then life happens.

I used to have an unwritten list of what was going to get repaired, replaced, renovated next for the next time there would be 3 paychecks in a month. Yeah. Then life happens. Something that was a good 3-5 years down the list moves up to the top and bumps everything else down. Like when the spring on the garage door broke, letting that old heavy wooden garage door crash and break.

This song is so true and real-I really like it. It's about what's most important in life-things that are always at the top of the 'priority list'.

There Goes My Life, by Kenny Chesney

All he could think about was I'm too young for this
Got my whole life ahead
hell I'm just a kid myself
how I'm gonna raise one

All he could see were his dreams going up in smoke
So much for ditching this town and hanging out on the coast
Oh well, those plans are long gone

And he said
there goes my life
there goes my future, my everything
might as well kiss it all good-bye
there goes my life.......

A couple years of up all night and a few thousand diapers later
That mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator
Oh yeah..........he loves that little girl.

Momma's waiting to tuck her in
as she fumbles up those stairs
she smiles back at him dragging that teddy bear
sleep tight, blue eyes and bouncing curls

He smiles
there goes my life
there goes my future my everything
I love you, daddy goodnight
there goes my life

She had that Honda loaded down
with Abercrombie clothes and 15 pairs of shoes and his American express
he checked the oil and slammed the hood, said your good to go
she hugged them both and headed off to the west coast

And he cried
there goes my life
there goes my future, my everything
I love you
baby good-bye

there goes my life

there goes my life

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