NEVER TOO LATE

Why does a woman choose a man for what he is?
His passion, his strength, the things for which he lives?
Then one by one take those things away?
He always wanted children, a wife and a home
So how’d he get so trapped, so all alone?
When they’re in the same room she’s a million miles away

It’s never too late to be what you might have been, boy
It’s never too late to be what you might have been
It’s never too late to be what you might have been, boy
Never too late to be what you might have been

Are you allowed to say how good she looks today?
Are you allowed to add there’s something in the way
She moves that makes your heart rush like the wind
She says I’m all at sea and shame on me
As usual, it’s all about me
Perhaps she’s right, I could use more discipline

For better or not, the world’s what it’s always been, boy
For better or not, the world’s what it’s always been
But it’s never too late to be what you might have been, boy
It’s never too late to be what you might have been

It could have been worse, each of us took half
There’s a time to weep as well as to laugh
This ugly, awkward time will surely pass
A broken heart may take a while
The lonely learn to wear a smile
Some things are meant to be but not to last

It’s never too late to be what you might have been, boy
It’s never too late to be what you might have been
It’s never too late to be what you might have been, boy
It’s never too late to be what you might have been

America found its inner child and let its inner child run wild
When an inner adult would have been a better pick
So much flavor, so little taste
So many good intentions gone to waste
Did we really think that we could get away with it?

Never too late to be what you might have been, boy
It’s never too late to be what you might have been
It’s never too late to be what you might have been, boy
It’s never too late to be what you might have been

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

NEVER TOO LATE