The Tragedy of Being Late

Pause to think, looking back
The things that have been done
Created and achieved to this day
Could have, would have, should have done
Doesn't help at all
Doesn't turn back clock and time
No complains, no regrets
Just a clear gentle voice
The tragedy of being late
Burner on so many stages
Here in the theatre of life
Bittersweet and raw
Yea-eah - raw
A damn long list of pride and joy
A gallery of gain
Trophies stacked with satisfaction
Darker times appeared and passed
Left just little marks
Nothing really serious
Just the voice, always there
Keeps on singing the song
The tragedy of being late
Burner on so many stages
Here in the theatre of life
Bittersweet and raw
Bittersweet and raw
What would I give to start again with new decisions
Where would we be if we hadn't missed the train
Why did it take so long to bring these roads together
I hate to realize we've lost much precious time
Precious time
The tragedy of being late
Burner on so many stages
Here in the theatre of life
Bittersweet and raw
The tragedy of being late
Burner on so many stages
Here in the theatre of life
Bittersweet and raw
Yea-eah - raw