Met a young man on the road
Who looked me in the eye so cold
Told me I was way too old

To write songs
In the USA


Met a young man full of hate
Who called me grandpa to my face
Said I never could relate

To young kids
In the USA


And he asked....
Why did you wait so long
To sit down and write a song?


And he said......
Grandpa, you waited too long

It's too late to write your songs

Twenty years ago

Never had the heart

Never had the sight

Twenty years ago
Never had the smarts
Never saw the light


Twenty years ago
Never felt the pain

Never felt the awe
Twenty years ago
Never felt my shame

Never knew my flaws

There's nothing I can write today

I could have written way back then
Nothing I can write today
Could be written with a younger pen


And I ask....
Baby , am I too late?

Tell me baby, Tell me now

Baby, writing songs is all I've ever wanted to do