I'm just a city boy
But there's a small town side to me
And I feel it closin' in

Are we too blind to see
That she's die-in' more each day
And she's cryin' out to you and me

Chance is comin' when thier gone
They curse a fool who waits too long
So lets take care of what we have
Before the good we know goes bad
And the beauty fades and just slips away

The dirty air and the die-in' seas
Will this be the world we leave
To the wild and young
And say just look at what we've done

And right before our eyes
Today's yesterday, could be tomorrow's goodbye

Here comes the rain. it might wash her tears away
But it doesn't change a thing
Like my brother before me
All I can do is write this song and for her I sing

Chance is comin' when we're gone
They carve in stone what we've done wrong
So lets take care of what we have
Before the good we know goes bad
And the beauty fades and just slips away

The dirty air and the die-in' seas
Will this be the world we leave
To the wild and young
And say just look at what we've done

And right before our eyes
Today's yesterday could be tomorrow's goodbye

Do you ever think about the future or the past
Do you ever wonder how long this world will last

So let's take care of what we have
Before the good we know goes bad
And the beauty fades and just slips away

The dirty air and the die-in' seas
Will this be the world we leave
To the wild and young
And say just look at what we've done

And right before our eyes
Now it's right before our eyes
Today's yesterday, will be tomorrow's goodbye

Writer : RICK MEDLOCKE, GARY SCOTT BURR, HUGHIE THOMASSON, JOHNNY VAN ZANT, GARY ROSSINGTON
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC OBO GUITAR ARMY PUBLISHING , BUGHOUSE MUSIC OBO ALIEN OUTLAW PUBLISHING , BIKE MUSIC OBO LOVOLAR MUSIC , Universal Music Publishing Group