Martina Mcbride - It's My Time

Red sun settin on the road behind her
A hundred miles out of her hometown
Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone
Listens to it rattle on down
Voice as cold as the phone she's holding
The connection's way too clear
He's yelling where's my dinner
She's too far gone to care
She says listen here

There's a time to stand and the time is now or never
A time to fly, time to let go forever
A time to grow, and a time to discover
Life is precious, every second
You've wasted mine and it's my time

She puts a few more miles between them
He pours a distance of his own