Words & Music by Andrew Luttrell
© 2008 Echoeseven Music LTD (BMI) Andrew Luttrell, All Rights Reserved.
Time may stop, sunshine turn to darkness
We may all be obsolete,
Changing minds, never to have guidance,
There may be no driver's seat
Trees may fall, mirrors may be broken
Walls may crumble to the Earth,
Oceans freeze or languages unspoken,
Gold may not be what it's worth
Doors may close, windows may be shattered
Stones may leap into the sky,
Voices quiet, questions never answered,
No one here to wonder why
So, so baby won't you come on in,
it doesn't matter where we've been,
we can dance this night away, baby all we've got is today
So darling, please take my hand,
it's getting late and you understand,
shed next week and yesterday, baby all we've got is today
