Lately

Sleeping in the gold dust
Alone does not mean lonely
Time above my hands
But lately, I don’t think it’s too late for anything

Skating through the city
Where young does not mean lively
Time sits on youth’s hands
But lately, I don’t think it’s too late for anything

Lately, I don’t know
Lately, sure you’ve got your reasons
Lately, I still wonder where it went
But lately, looking back, it all makes sense
Lately, I don’t know
Let’s roll

Roaming with the wild things
Where age has not fought instinct
Time washes it’s hands
But lately, I don’t think it’s too late for anything

Finding all the questions
Where “when” is what’s been asking
Time counting both hands
But lately, I don’t think it’s too late for anything