Losing shoes and lifting canoes
And dipping into a river
Oh, I'll be there
Is it too late to change?
Stepping stones to better homes
And breaking phones out of anger
Oh, I'll be there
Is it too late to change?
Tell me to feel happy, tell me to be free
But the microphones, watching, are gonna catch me
I know that you listen, I know that you care
But I can't save myself
Faded visions, superpositions
Couldn't listen, the back seat
Oh, I'll be there
Is it too late to change?
Speaking a bullet, then acting above it like
"When will he buzz it all off?"
Oh, I'll be there
Is it too late to change?
I want to feel happy, I've tried to be free
But everyone's watching, so who's gonna see?
I know that you listen, I know that you care
But I can't save myself
Laying foundations and taking vacations
And making up for lost time
Oh, I'll be there
Is it too late to change?
Times New Roman and Aaron Copeland
And Mommy hoping I'm fine
Oh, I'll be there
Is it too late to change?
You got what you want when you wanted it
I put it aside to decide
You, you're counting staples in ceiling tiles
I'm counting the stars in the sky
Sitting for dogs and waiting for cogs
To turn in eternity's watch
Oh, I'll be there
Is it too late to change?
Wearing wool coats, absorbing the smoke
And seeing our ships in the sunset
I'll be there
Is it too late to change?