Never Too Late

Words/Music: Don de Leaumont

I spent an hour on the phone today,

talking with my old man.

It's been years and twice as many tears

since I felt that he could look me in the eye.

My dad he worked his ass off.

For 30 years never took that family trip.

Didn't really see that son of a bitch all that much

except to cross him and give him a little lip.

    And even though, I understand that you can't cross bridges already burned.

    You can build new ones, and it's never too late to learn.

Living in a system that failed you and mom,

that war monger really let you have it good.

I'd love to go to ol' W's house and piss on his goddamn lawn

and give him a whoopin' like his own daddy should.

Maybe this change will help change your mind.

Maybe you'll quit playing cards you've always played in the past.

Maybe all this shit will blow up in my face

and I'll be the one to play the roll of the ass.

    And even though, I understand that you can't cross bridges already burned.

    You can build new ones, and it's never too late to learn.