Time Slips
Time Slips started with one very small moment.
A child falls asleep in Mama’s arms.
Then wakes up somewhere new, safe in Papa’s arms, trying to understand how the world changed while they were sleeping.
It is such a simple thing.
But it felt like life in miniature.
That became the heart of the song.
Time usually does not announce itself.
There is no warning when the last bedtime story happens.
No bell rings when the little shoes by the door suddenly do not fit anymore.
No one tells you that the hand wrapped around your finger will someday be waving goodbye from a school bus.
It just happens.
Quietly.
In the middle of ordinary days.
Time Slips is about those ordinary moments that do not seem important until years later.
The rocking chair.
The hallway light.
The sleepy little face.
Fingerprints on the window.
Christmas pajamas.
Backseat lullabies.
Driveway goodbyes.
The things we assume will happen again because they have happened a hundred times before.
Until one day, they do not.
Cribs become race car beds.
Bedtime stories become books they read themselves.
Crayons on the table become college letters in the mail.
And the child you once carried up the stairs may one day be the person helping you climb them.
That is the part of time I wanted this song to capture.
Not just that things change.
But how gently they change while we are busy living.
So this song is really a reminder to notice.
Hold the moment a little longer.
Take the picture.
Sit in the rocking chair.
Read one more story.
Listen to the laugh.
Because someday, those ordinary moments may be the ones we would give anything to experience one more time.
Time slips while we are holding on.
Time Slips
Intro
A gentle breeze in the evening glow, bring us back to where we've been,
Moments flicker in the rearview, stitching memories in between.
Verse 1
A baby falls asleep in mama’s arms, cradled in a perfect dream,
The morning light unfolds softly, then they wake in Papa's beam.
Tiny shoes by the door weren’t big enough to run or race,
And suddenly those wobbly steps become a faster pace.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, time slips through the cracks like sand, in the shadows of the night,
A hidden magic in the mundane, changing slow to out of sight.
Chorus
Time slips through the cracks in the ordinary days,
In a rocking chair, a hallway light, a sleepy little face.
You don’t hear it leaving, you just feel it when it’s gone,
Time slips while you’re holding on.
Verse 2
Cribs turn into race car beds, racing dreams they chase at night,
How did we go from bedtime stories to them reading books so bright?
That little hand wrapped around my finger waves goodbye from the bus,
Time keeps rolling, ever changing, teaches us to trust.
Bridge
Backseat lullabies and driveway goodbyes, this echoes in our hearts,
Christmas pajamas that held our joy, now just a fading part.
Little fingerprints on misty windows wait to softly fade away,
Photographs on every wall remind us of that day.
Chorus
Time slips through the cracks in the ordinary days,
In a rocking chair, a hallway light, a sleepy little face.
You don’t hear it leaving, you just feel it when it’s gone,
Time slips while you’re holding on.
Verse 3
Crayons on the table shift to college letters in the mail,
High chairs tucked away, and dining rooms now tell a tale.
You carry them to bed one night, wrapped in dreams of what’s to come,
Now they help you up the steps; we find joy in what we’ve done.
Outro
Oh, time slips through the cracks like whispers in the air,
Each moment holds a beauty we should always stop and share.
You don’t hear it leaving, you just feel it when it’s gone,
Time slips while you’re holding on.