It's Never Too Late
He said
Sweetheart
Baby girl
Sit tight
I'll be home tonight
He said
I miss you
All the damn time
I can't wait
To back home
I hope it's not too late
She's been counting sheep
Losing sleep
Waiting on a call
For a week
The days
Don't go by
The way they used to
She said
Honey
Baby boy
I miss you more
Then you could ever know
We've been here before
And I can't wait
To feel you again
It's never too late
He's been counting days
Counting wishes
Like stars
He's been heartsick
Breaking down
Need a quick fix
He's missing her face
Her pretty face
And these days
He can't find enough hours
In a day
To keep the ache
Away
So for now
He'll take out that old photo
And keep counting
Because he can't wait
Another minute
And it's never too late
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