Not Too Late

I woke up this morning
The world was just turning
And my mind was walking around
And you are out there on the road
And I carry such a heavy load
Everything’s changing then rearranging
And I’m looking for a peaceful mind
I write a letter with black ink
But it’s not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the truth
But it’s not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the truth
I woke up this morning
The world was just turning
And my mind was walking around
And you are out there on the road
And I carry such a heavy load
Everything’s changing then rearranging
And I’m looking for a peaceful mind
I write a letter with black ink
But it’s not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the truth
But it’s not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the truth
But it’s not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the truth