No Such Thing as Too Late

It's never too late to rise (Ooh yeah) If you stop your dreams just die Don't let them lose Midnight coffee, scribbled notes on the table Old vinyl spins softly — that one lost love song City lights blur out dreams left unstable A trembling voice inside me says, “you still belong” They say, “You’re too late now” But my heart whispers, “Go on somehow” Beyond the streets, there’s a sky unseen It’s never too late to rise (ooh, yeah) If you stop, your dreams just die (ah, don’t let them die) “Dreams at this age?” they laugh so loud (mmm, they don’t know) But the answer’s simple — it ain’t just idle talk now (no no, it’s your heart’s voice) Last bus leaving, at the corner standin’ Cold coffee in my hand, future abandoned Wrote “someday” on a foggy window pane Each time I tie these laces, I swear again keep running and you’ll see that light It’s never too late to find (find your sky, yeah) “They’re just pipe dreams,” they say with a sigh (don’t you listen) But I refuse to let ’em die — my silent cry (no no, keep it alive) I hear that late-night echo in the alley Dreams left behind, but I can’t let ’em bury They say “enough,” voices breaking in But my soul’s bassline keeps screamin’ “begin” Old Polaroid fades, tears in the corner Life’s a one-way ride, can’t slow or turn her Stars before dawn still call out my name No retreat, no regrets — that’s my game This tiny flame ain’t yours to name You call it nonsense? Nah, it’s my claim Time’s a thief, so I run with my heart There’s no such thing as “too late” from the start Unless you recall another life, this one’s all you’ve got. Life is about giving meaning to what feels meaningless. It’s never too late to start.