Yo, thinking about these summer days
And how the time is just slipping away
Seems like yesterday, I was just kid
Playing in the creek in the neighborhood where I Iive

Kentucky boy growing up I had it made
Table by the roadside selling lemonade
Kids throw together a game of hoops so we play
Good times with hanging with brothers Drew and Clay

Them was the days, but where did they go?
Like a song you can’t find on the radio
Here then gone like the summer breeze blows
That clock keeps ticking this I know for sure

I would if i could, slow it all down
Stop to smell the roses, soak up the summer sounds
But I’m moving on fast to the next big thing
So fast bluegrass even looks green


CHORUS
Wish that second hand would slow
I would sit and watch that bluegrass grow

Wish the second hand wold slow, I would sit back and watch this bluegrass grow

VERSE 2

Got places to go people to see
The other direction is my family
And it’s bother me, need to slow down
Drive in the country, get out of town

Where in surround sound, I can listen to the birds
listen for a voice, listen for a word
listen to the creek as it makes its turn
listen for message I hope I can discern

Listen to the horses training to race
But I need to to figure out a way to slow the pace
Do an about face, away from the rats
Racing for the cheese without knowledge of the trap

CHORUS
Wish that second hand would slow
I would sit and watch that bluegrass grow

If the second hand wold slow, I would sit back and watch this bluegrass grow

VERSE 3
Now taking the time to be still
breathe it all in, separating fake from real
intentional chill - time ain’t a thing to kill
No turning back, taking the red pill (and now)

And now, I’m see the things that seem to matter don’t
Seeing the things I thought would fill the void won’t
Hit the pause button so it could come into focus
nothing new to you I’m sure you probably know this

But you've bot to be still in order to listen
Lot’s of noise out there but He’s whispering
Won’t hear if you always in a hurry
Likely to miss that the destination is the journey

So I’m changing my sprint to stroll
Don’t want to be in a hurry to get where I go
Finding that if I walk down the path slow
sometimes you can even see the bluegrass grow.

CHORUS
Wish that second hand would slow
I would sit and watch that bluegrass grow

Even though the second hand won't slow, I can still sit back and watch this bluegrass grow

I know this second hand won't slow, but i can still sit back and watch this bluegrass grow

Sipping a cup of sweat tea slow, sitting here watching this bluegrass grow