Is It Too Late

Well I've been spending too much time underneath the ground
Buried deep without a shovel pound for pound
When something wonderfull washed right over me
Now my dirt is gone I can finally see!

Keep sayin' what you do
And i'll say what you mean!

Is it to late to find out what you're made of
Or to chase after your dreams
And is it too late to find you have a purpose
Come on last change up the scene

Now a few minutes later,
I was standing over my unusually empty grave
With a big smile on my face
I was dead once but im much better now
With fresh air in my lungs and the shining sun on my brow

Keep sayin' what you do
And I'll say what you mean!

Is it to late to find out what you're made of
Or to chase after your dreams
And is it too late to find you have a purpose
Come on last change up the scene

All alone just the preacher and me
As he dropped me deep below some old tree
In the ground where I layed until now

Is it to late to find out what you're made of
Or to chase after your dreams
And is it too late to find you have a purpose
Come on last change up the scene.