I see the lines that time designs
They chart a map across your face
With every smile they build their mile
And with each tear at twice the pace
We were young a year ago
Thats all it takes
We were young a year ago
Is it too late
The second hand comes around again
It lives to pass and will not land
It is our fate with each new day
The hourglass becomes the sand
We were young a year ago
Thats all it takes
We were young a year ago
Is it too late