Borrowed Time by Ian Galipeau

We were the best of friends, a couple of kids
In a town that had run out of dreams
Spending our nights on the ice by the courthouse
Skating 'til we couldn't breathe
Playing like the cup was really on the line
Living on borrowed time
On borrowed time

Down by the covered bridge, the summer alive
Like an ember that burst into flame
We'd jump off the dam or we'd lie on the rocks
And just argue for arguing's sake
Waiting by the tracks to hear that whistle cry
Living on borrowed time
On borrowed time

Looking back
It feels like a different life
Another time
A dream that I once knew


Caught in a photograph, a couple of kids
On the night when the world set us free
Having the time of our lives, we were singing like
Heaven was just out of reach
Chasing down forever under open skies
Living on borrowed time
On borrowed time

• Acoustic
• acoustic folk
• folk
• indie
• indie rolk
• Keene