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Late For Your Life Lyrics
Artist(Band):Mary Chapin Carpenter
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(Mary Chapin Carpenter)

You've been saying for the longest time that the time has come
You've been talking like you're of a mind to get some changing done
Maybe move out of the city, find some quiet little town
Where you can sit out on your back porch step
And watch the sun go down
No one knows where they belong
The search just goes on and on and on
For every choice that ends up wrong
Another one's right
A change of scene would sure be great
The thought is nice to contemplate
But the question begs why would you wait
And be late for your life

Now you might never find that perfect town
But the sun still sets on a rooftop where the city
Sounds like a Gershwin clarinet
And you might still be searching every face for one you can't forget
Love is out there in a stranger's clothes
You just haven't met him yet
No one knows where they belong
The search just goes on and on and on
For every day that ends up wrong
Another one's right
Call it chance or call it fate
Either one is cause to celebrate
Still the question begs why would you wait
And be late for your life

Call it chance baby, call it fate
Either one is cause to celebrate
And the question now is why would you wait
Don't be late for your life

I don't know about you but I've been a fan of Mary Chapin Carpenter for many years. Lately I had forgotten how incredibly great her music is but I remedied that today by taking the cd -The Essential Mary Chapin Carpenter--along on errands. Her songs are fun, thought-provoking, touching, and made for sing-alongs. I don't know what else to say to convince you. I hadn't heard anything about her for some time so naturally I did a search and found that she released a new album in March of this year. While beginning the tour she began having crushing chest pains although she soldiered on. Finally unable to stand the pain she went to the ER and found that her lungs were filled with pulmonary emboli which is extremely dangerous. Luckily she was treated in time but when she was home convalescing she fell into deep depression. During my search I found a wonderful essay she wrote for the NPR series, "This I Believe." She describes how a young grocery store clerk is the one who finally snapped her out of her funk with a simple, yet sincere greeting. The fate she so often sings about came to her rescue.

I neglected to mention that she is a Brown alumnus as is our Ms. Elena.