35th Birthday (Trapper Chris)

It's my thirty fifth birthday I've got no plans today 'cause it fell on a Monday I guess I'm lucky that way So I'm calling in sick I head for the fridge There's a glass of champagne That somebody hid In the side of the door With a note that said Bore where does the time go So where does the time go Where does the time go How every year shows What nobody knows It's my thirty fifth birthday And the kitchen is cold Like a leftover breakfast That's a day too old So I'm taking a walk Along the street People in cars that I'll never meet Remember this time Take every step slow Where does the time go Where does the time go Where does the time go How every year shows What nobody knows Where does the time go Nobody knows