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