late for your life
by mary chaplin carpenter
Youve been saying for the longest time
that the time has come
Youve been talking like youre of a mind
to get some changing done
Maybe move out of the city,find some quiet little town
Where you can sit out on your back porch step
And watch the sun go down
No one knows where they belong
The search just goes on and on and on
For every choice that ends up wrong
Another ones right
A change of scene would sure be great
The thought is nice to contemplate
But the question begs why would you wait
And be late for your life
Now you might never find the perfect town
But the sun still sets on a rooftop where the city
sounds like a Gershwin clarinet
And you might still be searching every
face for one you cant forget
Love is out there in a strangers clothes
You just havent met her yet
No one knows where they belong
The search just goes on and on and on
For every day that ends up wrong
Another ones right
Call it chance or call it fate
Either one is cause to celebrate
Still the question begs why would you wait
And be late for your life
Call it chance baby, call it fait
Either one is cause to celebrate
And the question now is why would you wait
Dont be late for your life
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