When the day is complete and the eve's on its way,
Darkness falls on the earth, chill is felt in the air,
Things are done, jobs completed, house cleaned, kitchen scrubbed,
Nothing other remains but to sit and relax.
Then I'm not in a haste to get up, turn TV,
I am waiting for time when my memories will seep,
Creeping slowly to me, keeping time, one by one,
They remind me of time when it used to be fine.
No regrets, bitter stuff, no such feelings as that,
It is never too late, they repeat as refrain,
It is never too late to begin life again
And to mend broken heart it is never too late.
And you still have a chance to regain shattered love,
And it's still very early to lie down and die.