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