When The Time Comes - The Classic Crime

When the time comes put my feet in the water

It’s not as warm as I expect

Will I go down like a preacher’s son

Or will I come back up like a world war vet?

Will I watch my brothers die

Or speak true words into their lives?

Will I hold them close and tell them why

The life they lead was sacrifice

I don’t know much

But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up

It hurts me to give up

When the time comes put my hands on the table

They are examined for that they are

A long life line that’s been cut short

By the road, the time, the battle scars

Would I would give to be back home

Where the sun sets over the water

Someone save me from these preacher’s sons

Save me from their daughters

Still I don’t know much

But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up

It hurts me to give up

Why do we always say we’re fine

When it’s obviously we’re lying?

Why don’t we ever tell the truth

What do we got to lose?

And I don’t know much

But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up

It hurts me to give up

And I don’t know much

But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up

It hurts me to give up