
BEN BOSTICK
SLIPPING AWAY
As I grew up
I could feel my childhood slipping through my hands
Though I held tight
As if a rock I held was melting into sand
Falling out of sight
It was slipping, it was slipping, it was slipping away
It was slipping, it was slipping, it was slipping away
It was slipping, it was slipping, it was slipping away, uh-huh
The tighter you hold onto it, the faster it fades
It was slipping, it was slipping, it was slipping, it was slipping away
As a husband
I remember when the cracks began to show
It crumbled slow
But you can’t stop it once it starts to go
Before you know
It’s slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away
It’s slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away
It keeps slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away, uh-huh
The tighter you hold onto it, the faster it fades
It keeps slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away
The old folks all were right, it goes so fast
An avalanche inside the hourglass
It’s slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away
It keeps slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away
It keeps slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away, uh-huh
The tighter you hold onto it, the faster it fades
It keeps slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping, it keeps slipping away