Lately my agenda hasn’t been my own.
Helping out in a friends world, neglecting my own.
Time will tell & telling me, bring it on back home
To my life. My moment in time.
My life. Flies by
Samsonite, kryptonite, for you it’d be all wrong but it is dynamite cause it’s
My life. My time.
Everyday, I search for ways I should go.
Do what it takes to get me where the good times roll,
And still be true to who it is I am, I am in my soul .
My life. Flies by
Samsonite, kryptonite, for you it’d be all wrong but it is dynamite cause it’s
My life: Solo
Lately my agenda hasn’t been my own.
Daily chores and opening doors for doggies who just got to go,
The time I’ve been finding in between is getting low,
But it’s my life, my time.

Samsonite, kryptonite, for you it’d be all wrong but it is dynamite cause it’s My life. My time.
(The time I’m finding on the sly is the time I really feel alive.
Can’t explain, don’t know why) But time turns to gold as it goes.

Words & music by Tricia Henning
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