To be greater than you think that you are

Stronger than your skinny arms

Cleaner than the mess that you made

Brighter than the colors that fade

Through toil and trade

And the roles that you played

But it still burns bright inside you.

And the miles left on the road are slow and long

And the end is still too far away to see

And the hand that reaches out to comfort me

Says it's too late, too late to turn around

It says it's too late, too late to turn around.

My faith prays to the back of the moon

For the heroes that were taken too soon

In a country that peaked so young

Searching for a melody sung, by every tongue

Through the blackened lungs

For the comfort they provide you.

And the miles left on the road are slow and long

And the end is still too far away to see

And the hand that reaches out to comfort me

Says it's too late, too late to turn around

Says it's too late, too late to turn around

Says it's too late, too late to turn around.

Said it's too late, too late to turn around

Said it's too late, too late to turn around

Said it's too late, too late to turn around

Said it's too late, too late to turn around.