35th Birthday - Chris Trapper

It's my thirty fifth birthday 
I've got no plans today 
'cause it fell on a Monday 
I guess I'm lucky that way 

So I'm calling in sick 
I head for the fridge 
There's a glass of champagne 
That somebody hid 
In the side of the door 
With a note that said 
Bore where does the time go 

So where does the time go 
Where does the time go 
How every year shows 
What nobody knows 

It's my thirty fifth birthday 
And the kitchen is cold 
Like a leftover breakfast 
That's a day too old 

So I'm taking a walk 
Along the street 
People in cars that I'll never meet 
Remember this time 
Take every step slow 
Where does the time go 

Where does the time go 
Where does the time go 
How every year shows 
What nobody knows 

Where does the time go 
Nobody knows