Late For Your Life

You've been saying for the longest time 
      that the time has come
You've been talking like you're 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 one's 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 that 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 can't forget
 Love is out there in a stranger's clothes
 You just haven't met him yet
 No one knows where they belong
 The search just goes on and on and on
 For every day that ends up wrong
      another one's 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 fate
Either one is cause to celebrate
And the question now is why would you wait
Don't be late for your life

Thanks for Visiting 🙂

~Sunnyside