Gently rolling Father time
Is calling to him now,
And though he hears him
He looks out to sea.
Somewhere out there lie his dreams
A story with no ending
And till he finds his answers
He wonīt be going nowhere
For him, itīs not too late
Itīs not too late
For some itīs never too late
Quietly knocking on her door.
He patiently stands waiting,
And though she hears him
She sits steadfast in her chair.
Somewhere out there never seen
Her hopes and dreams lie waiting,
And till she finds an answer
She wonīt be going nowhere
For her, itīs not too late
Itīs not too late
For some itīs never too late
For everything we know thatīs certain
There is much we cannot see,
So we choose to close the curtain,
Never knowing what could have been
Itīs not too late, itīs not too late, never too late
Slowly rocking the babyīs bed
He strokes itīs head and whispers
And though it hears him,
It keeps smiling and kicks itīs feet
Somewhere out there is a life,
A lifetime made for living
So it holds on fast, it ainīt going nowhere
For some itīs not too late,
Itīs not too late
For some itīs never too late
For some itīs not too late
Itīs not too late
For some its never too late
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