Make The Most Of It by Kevin Briody

make the most of it

suitcases on the rack
coffee stains on the map
i'd sit way in back
pulling my sister's hair
my dad he loved to drive
the green wagon with the paneled sides

and mom kept us occupied
but i'd ask, "when we gonna get there?"

she used to say
enjoy the ride don't wish your time away
take each mile bit by bit
and you'll see it's a pretty short trip
we've got to make the most of it

back when i was ten years old
time moved too slow
now i wonder where it goes
the wheels just keep on turning
in my rear-view i can see
a little boy who looks like me
wish i could make this moment freeze
but that's a lesson i keep learning