To be greater than you think that you are
Stronger than your skinny arms
Cleaner than the mess that you made
Brighter than the colors that fade
Through toil and trade
And the roles that you played
But it still burns bright inside you

And the miles left on the road are slow and long
And the end is still too far away to see
And the hand that reaches out to comfort me
Says it's too late, too late to turn around
It says it's too late, too late to turn around

My faith prays to the back of the moon
For the heroes that were taken too soon
In a country that peaked so young
Searching for a melody sung, by every tongue
Through the blackened lungs
For the comfort they provide you

And the miles left on the road are slow and long
And the end is still too far away to see
And the hand that reaches out to comfort me
Says it's too late, too late to turn around
Says it's too late, too late to turn around
Says it's too late, too late to turn around

Said it's too late, too late to turn around
Said it's too late, too late to turn around
Said it's too late, too late to turn around
Said it's too late, too late to turn around