Not Too Late کے بول

I woke up this morning The world was just turning And my mind was walking around And you are out there on the road And I carry such a heavy load Everything's changing then rearranging And I'm looking for a peaceful mind I write a letter with black ink But it's not too late To change my point of view But it hurts sometimes To face the truth But it's not too late To change my point of view But it hurts sometimes To face the truth I woke up this morning The world was just turning And my mind was walking around And you are out there on the road And I carry such a heavy load Everything's changing then rearranging And I'm looking for a peaceful mind I write a letter with black ink But it's not too late To change my point of view But it hurts sometimes To face the truth But it's not too late To change my point of view But it hurts sometimes To face the truth But it's not too late To change my point of view But it hurts sometimes To face the truth