Brian Musgrove - Late to the Game

The days, they're runnin' backwards now
And me, I do the same
I'm buried in the past somehow
For no reason I could name
I'm lookin' for the child I knew
And the man that he became
I see every wrong I can't undo
With only me to blame
I've heard that where the river's wide
You can wash away your shame
I'm out here thumbin' for a ride
And I'm coming late to the game

The sun is low on the mountain side
He's goin' down in flames
He's lookin' for a place to hide
'Till he has to rise again
This road that I've been walkin' down
It doesn't have a name
Way out here, so far from town
Every road's the same
They all lead to the proving ground
The passion and the pain
That lonely place where the lost are found
And I'm coming late to the game

And the night, still shining through my tears
Diamond bright, as my vision slowly clears

The players now, they take the field
To the fan's wild acclaim
Their long shadows on the grass reveal
How little time remains
The day is gently lowered down
Like a coffin to the grave
I've put on my mourning gown
In hopes of being saved
My darling please, make a place for me
In your father's funeral train
In the last black car, with a long cigar
I'm coming late to the game
I, I'm coming late to the game
I know, I know, I know I
I am late to the game

Written by:
Brian Musgrove

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