Too Late (2013)

I wonder if, one day, when you are old
And drowsing in the twilight by the fire,
Your thoughts will turn to times now dead and cold,
Though once they blazed with passion and desire.

I wonder if your thoughts will turn to me,
The songs you wrote, the secret thoughts you kept,
The whispers from your heart of what could be
That came in the darkness, silent as you slept.

I wonder if a part of you still dreams,
Here in the twilight, to whom you would belong,
If waters had flowed by slightly different streams
And with their music carried you along.

I wonder, yes, I wonder every day
At why I came too late to make you stay.