Soon I'll be 90 years old.
I always did what I was told
And was afraid to get my star.
I'll throw up my steady job,
Desert my silly, selfish slob
And buy an ESP guitar.
The Wembley lights are on my face.
Before the whole human race
I'm proving genuine myself.
The choice I've made is truly right.
I'm flying at a dizzy height.
I'm gladly off the dusty shelf.
My callous flesh oppressed my feeble soul.
She was too timid to resist the bane.
Fresh air couldn't fill my stuffy dole.
I had to pay for what I put in vain.
The final day, the final dance -
I wouldn't waste my sole chance.
The final life, the final fall -
I didn't mind to waste it all.
It's never late, it's never late
To make a change, to make a real change.
It's never late, it's never late
To make a change, to make a real change.