it might be too late to work or play in devotion it might be too late to settle debts beneath the ocean it might be too late to save your hairless friends it might be too late to smile in turn when she smiles at you it might be too late to paint the bottom of your boat blue it might be too late to lay your burden down let down the weights to storm the gates it might be too late for spacious skies and tilted axes it might be too late to split the deck and see what matches it might be too late to return to childhood tunes it might be too late to go outside and see the daylight it might be too late to go to sleep so stay up all night it might be too late to say hey come with me the death card waits for fashion plates let down the weights to storm the gates