Emily Jane White Time On Your Side Lyrics

He drives a truck
And he makes time on the side
The water splashes from his flaps for miles
And 3 am on the I5 in the dark
As he moves away
Hey hey

Not much to do
When you've got time on your side
You sit and think
About your wasted life
I try to move
Change things through and through

Why does your face grow so gone my dear Why did your hurt grow so gone this year
Why does your face grow so gone my dear
Why did your hurt grow so gone, so gone... this year
Oh and so gone, and so long this year
She's a dancer
And when she dances she is free
And free in the moment
And clouds rise in the east
To Frank Sinatra which your parents put on repeat
On repeat