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Time getting away from you.
A boy with broken shoes is walking down the avenue in the pouring rain; His pops is locked away, mama's working that night train and it's a crying shame, That he don't know what's coming for him as he walks down that wrong road; He don't know just what he's losing as he lets his love of music go.
Pre Chorus: The story's been told a million other times before People don't know what they're losing when they let their love of music go. Chorus: Time steals your soul Time steals your soul If you let your love of music go This boy has golden hands Finger-pickin' in a night band but he throws it all away They say he'll be right someday but it won't turn out that way It's a crying shame That he don't know what's coming for him as he walks down that wrong road He don't know just what he's losing as he lets his love of music go