| Song | It's My Time |
| Artist | Martina McBride |
| Album | Emotion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Billy Crain/Tammy Hyler/Kim Tribble | |
| Red sun setting on the road behind her | |
| A hundred miles out of her hometown | |
| Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone | |
| Listens to it rattle on down | |
| Voice's cold as the phone she's holding | |
| The connection's way to clear | |
| He's yelling where's my dinner | |
| She's too far gone to care | |
| She says listen here | |
| Chorus: | |
| There's a time to stand, and the time is now or never | |
| Time to fly, a time to let go forever | |
| Time to grow, and a time to discover | |
| Life is precious, every second | |
| You've wasted mine and it's my time | |
| She puts a few more miles between them | |
| He pours a distance of his own | |
| Starts talking to the bottle | |
| It's all that's left now that she's gone | |
| He rages on 'till the national anthem | |
| Comes on his tv | |
| Then he looks straight at the bottle | |
| Says you did this to me | |
| And then he screams | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| It's my time, it's my time, it's my time | |
| And time is what you make it | |
| It's my time, it's my time, it's my time | |
| And time is what you're taking |
| Written: Billy Crain Tammy Hyler Kim Tribble | |
| Red sun setting on the road behind her | |
| A hundred miles out of her hometown | |
| Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone | |
| Listens to it rattle on down | |
| Voice' s cold as the phone she' s holding | |
| The connection' s way to clear | |
| He' s yelling where' s my dinner | |
| She' s too far gone to care | |
| She says listen here | |
| Chorus: | |
| There' s a time to stand, and the time is now or never | |
| Time to fly, a time to let go forever | |
| Time to grow, and a time to discover | |
| Life is precious, every second | |
| You' ve wasted mine and it' s my time | |
| She puts a few more miles between them | |
| He pours a distance of his own | |
| Starts talking to the bottle | |
| It' s all that' s left now that she' s gone | |
| He rages on ' till the national anthem | |
| Comes on his tv | |
| Then he looks straight at the bottle | |
| Says you did this to me | |
| And then he screams | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| It' s my time, it' s my time, it' s my time | |
| And time is what you make it | |
| It' s my time, it' s my time, it' s my time | |
| And time is what you' re taking |
| Written: Billy Crain Tammy Hyler Kim Tribble | |
| Red sun setting on the road behind her | |
| A hundred miles out of her hometown | |
| Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone | |
| Listens to it rattle on down | |
| Voice' s cold as the phone she' s holding | |
| The connection' s way to clear | |
| He' s yelling where' s my dinner | |
| She' s too far gone to care | |
| She says listen here | |
| Chorus: | |
| There' s a time to stand, and the time is now or never | |
| Time to fly, a time to let go forever | |
| Time to grow, and a time to discover | |
| Life is precious, every second | |
| You' ve wasted mine and it' s my time | |
| She puts a few more miles between them | |
| He pours a distance of his own | |
| Starts talking to the bottle | |
| It' s all that' s left now that she' s gone | |
| He rages on ' till the national anthem | |
| Comes on his tv | |
| Then he looks straight at the bottle | |
| Says you did this to me | |
| And then he screams | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| It' s my time, it' s my time, it' s my time | |
| And time is what you make it | |
| It' s my time, it' s my time, it' s my time | |
| And time is what you' re taking |