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Now To Then

(Scott Youngberg)
Written and composed by Scott Youngberg

Now To Then

(One from the Dark Side... in a happy little tune.

Inspired by the fact that the older you get, the faster time goes by. It's an accelerating curve...)

Scott Youngberg - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Jason Poff - Bass, Electric Guitar

Produced and Mixed by Jason Poff

Now To Then                                                      © 2011 Scott Youngberg


Through the eyes of youth I knew it was the truth                                         

If this was as good as it got, (well,) that’s OK

When things got rough what we had was enough                       

And that’s how it would stay                                                             

When the times got good I never understood                                               

That it wouldn’t always be that way                                                    


*Chorus      Time keeps moving on   

Now is now the past                          

Every Now becoming Then                                                      

Faster than the last                                      

Everyday I see                                  

Less time in front of me                                                  


I howled at the Moon but settled too soon                                                   

(Now) Each passing year I’m disappearing                                                   

I want my hunger back for the time I’ve still got                                           

Don’t get a “Do Over” or another shot 

(Still don’t know what I want to be…)         

How can this be? Complacency?                                                                 

At 43, I can see (the end of)                                                                        

My immortality                                                                                  




The World’s not what I was taught it should be

What I was told, wasn’t reality

The prices of the vices keep adding on

To the cost of life, but then they’re gone

If I have to believe all the stories I’m told

Guess I better grow up, before I grow old




Don’t really have the blues                                                                           

With no retirement to lose                                                                            

I’ll keep wearing out my shoes                                                           

Until I can’t walk.