Lyrics

IT'S NEVER TOO LATE

A ship without a rudder at the mercy of the tides
A colorful whimsical wayward butterfly
Bacchanalian revelry - sweet sweet red wine
Sometimes I'd catch a shooting star as she went flyin' by

Just like Mr. Dylan said - no direction home
Never thought about tomorrow - where I was goin'
No dreams no destination - I only had today
Till the mirror told me my hair was turnin' grey

It hit me like a thunderbolt
I never thought that I'd get old
I went into my cave and locked the door
I sank into a deep dark sea
An endless maze - life's debris
Came out a different man than I was before

It's never too late - never too late - to be what you might have been
It's never too late -never too late - too late to spread your wings
It's never too late - to catch the wind - soar and glide - through the sky
It's never too late - to be what you might have been

All those bacchanalian years were not a waste of time
I learned all there was to know about desire
I saw shadows ice and fire in all humankind
A never ending odyssey - and now I'm free to rise

It's never too late - never too late - to be what you might have been
It's never too late -never too late - too late to spread your wings
It's never too late - to catch the wind - soar and glide - through the sky
It's never too late - to be what you might have been

© Marvin Conan