Grown Up

In four years 
I will be grown 
I will no longer be a little kid 
Sitting in my father's truck 
A ford from 77 
That he sold that when I turned thirteen
Even though he promised it to me 

In four years 
I won't live in the house 
My parents bought when I was six 
I won't drive through the hill country 
With my parents 
And I'll wonder to myself where the time went 

In four years 
I'll look back on these days 
Like fond memories of the past 
But currently they are moments 
But with each second 
They pass 
So slowly they go by 
And now I think to myself 
Along with everyone else 
Why does the time go by this fast