Verse 1 Every evening on the balcony Grandpa and I would sit and see The sky turning from blue to deep Stars appearing one by one, soft and slow I knew almost all of them by heart Except for one who played her part Different — always coming late Long after all the others took their place Verse 2 "She's always late," I used to say Grandpa smiled in his quiet way "Are you sure that's really true? Or maybe she's the one you're waiting for" I didn't answer, just looked up The wind moved softly through the trees Jasmine drifting on the evening air And then, right there Chorus She appeared, right on time Not too early, not behind Some things don't shine because they rush They shine because you wait, and that's enough Not late, not early — just her own way Worth every minute of the day Verse 3 Now every night I look for her That same small light, a friend I know Grandpa's words still cross my mind The ones worth having take their time It's not about who comes in first It's what you feel when they arrive Chorus She appeared, right on time Not too early, not behind Some things don't shine because they rush They shine because you wait, and that's enough Not late, not early — just her own way Worth every minute of the day Bridge (più lento, quasi parlato) Maybe waiting isn't losing time Maybe it's just how good things arrive Slow, and steady, worth the wait Right on their own quiet time Outro Worth the wait… Right on time… Her own way…
