[Intro] I'm [Verse 1] I used to spin love lines like half-lit jokes, Dreading the hush when the laughter broke. Kept my guard up for the gaze of the room, But the biggest dupe was the fool in the gloom. [Chorus] But it’s better late than never, honey, here’s the word, This worn-out pulse has found its wandering bird. No bright display, just a steady, sure thread— Love eased in quiet… kinda like the blues. [Verse 2] You’ve watched me trip over half-mended schemes, Twist tender threads into knots of my dreams. Yet you lingered through the hum of my haze, The drawn-out dusks and their lingering grays. [Chorus] Yeah, it’s better late than never, and that’s the core, This late-learned troubadour hums your quiet lore. No varnish, just verity, each mark a guide— How love arrives… kinda like the blues. [Verse 3] Now mornings hum softer, the coffee runs slow, I don’t chase ghosts down the alleys I know. Every crack in the cup’s just proof of the pour, And I’m learnin’ love ain't a race, but a score. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] But it’s better late than never, honey, here’s the word, This worn-out pulse has caught its wandering bird. No bright display, just a steady, sure thread— Love eased in quiet… kinda like the blues. [Bridge] I’m no bard, just a fella with a frayed-up quill, Scraping out syllables I let linger still. You crave no fanfare, no gilded display— So take this raw relic, edges flaked away. [Extended Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Yeah, it’s better late than never, but now I see clear, Love thrives unbuffed when it dares to appear. You’re the hush in my howl, the spark in my scuff, The pull that makes this melody rough. [Outro] So if this rings plain, well, perhaps that’s the key— I wandered long miles… straight back to you. (Doo-doo-doo)
