Bm D
If it wasn't to be now, tell me when it was going to be?
A F#m G
You build your creed and make believe you better stay right here
Bm D
But when it comes down to the thing, you are older than you imagine
A F#m G
And if it doesn't make things happen now, perhaps it's your last chance
Bm G A F#m Bm G A F#m GA
It's too late. Too late…
Bm D A Bm D C#mA Bm
The winds are howling on my blue hands. I think I couldn't hear the starting gun
A BmA D A Bm D C#m A Bm A BmA
My senses tangled to the core. I stand to a few dreams waiting for more
Bm D
Now you're close to see an end and feel the story must be told
A Bm G F#m G A Bm G A F#m Bm GA F#m GA Bm
But in the end we see the story has just begun