we seem way too young
to be this old
so many songs still left unsung
stories remain untold
but summers come and gone
and the wind is cold
how did it get to be so late so soon
flowers seem to fade
before they even bloom

time is ever running out
and moving on
i can’t find a way to slow it down
when it’s gone it’s gone
did I let it slip away
before it began
i don’t want to burn another day
when it’s gone it’s gone

it seems way too early
to be this late
darkness comes in quietly
at half-past eight
these days could be so good
they could be so great
how did it get to be so late so soon
did the night arrive
before the afternoon