(Waylon Jennings)
Almost out of adolescence
And into a world we didn't know
Not necessarily love but in trouble
With a fire down below.
Looking back for a feeling
It's just something far away and long ago
I can still recall the name
But she's really someone I don't even know.
But she was right for the time
She was right for the time
But time has a way of moving on.
I do recall a gypsy lady
And a younger man in over his head
I was her believer taken in
By every loving word she said.
It was there for the first time
The sweet and the bitter taste of love
When you're young and alive
Too much never seems to be enough.
It seems the young and the innocent
Are drawn like a moth to a flame
To the wild and the reckless
Believing they are one in the same.
She never found a way
To separate the good from the bad
And she never understood
That love was all we ever really had.
She was right for the time
But time has a way of moving on
With her eyes on tomorrow
One day she turned around and I was gone.
I'd have to say in a way
She just might be better off alone
She was right for the time
But time has a way of moving on...
