Billy Ray Cyrus

It's bottles and bibs, rattles and cribs
Three am's again and again
Comfort the cry
Man, it's flying by
Swings and slides and tricycle rides
Skinning up knees and falling out of trees
It's like it's never gonna end
But it's flying by
You better hold on tight to those little lives
In the blink of an eye it's out of sight
I know, I know to go so slow
But it's flying by
Then it's braces and boots and bad attitudes
Boys and phones and every change in moods
Trying times, man, but you'll survive
And it's supposed to be home at ten
You're late again
Where the heck you been
When you're yelling and screaming
It don't seem like it's flying by
But it's flying by
You better hold on tight to those changing lives
In the blink of an eye they're out of sight
I know, I know it seems so slow
But it's flying by
There they go on their own
Flying by
You're waving good bye with a tear in your eye
I know, I know you go so slow but it's flying by