Lyric

Chalk dust in the old classroom, uhm

And the afternoon sun through the window

A paper plane stuck on my jeans

With a wrinkled dream for tomorrow

The bell rang, and we’d run

Out to the yard with nothing to lose

The wind carried away our breaths

And we didn’t know it was a song we’d choose

Two shadows dancing on the wall

And a “don’t worry” to quench the call

Of wondering what would come next

That moment, like an old photo, still beats in my chest

We were learning how to write our song

(Echo: ...our song...)

With scraped knees and broken hearts along

But we still said, “It’s never too late,”

And the us of tomorrow… will hug the us of yesterday

WOAH-OH, WOAH-OH, IT’S NEVER TOO LATE!

WOAH-OH, WOAH-OH, THE HEART STILL BURNS BRIGHT!

Our uniforms soaked in a rainy day

The echo of balls bouncing in the gray

The light from the store as we walked back home

A thousand worries, unsure where to roam

But between our laughs, we kept our secret, shhh

“Let’s go a little further,” with no decree or script

[Pre-Chorus]

And even if the last train was set to leave

Our conversation never had reprieve

A clumsy “see you later,” backs turned away

But under the same stars, we dreamed anyway

And the names we wrote so we wouldn’t forget

Like chalk on fingers, impossible to reset…

Every missed note will become its melody…

…And in your empty space, I start a new day

And we’re still learning how to write our song!

(Echo: ...our song...)

Every crooked note will have its own sun!

But we’ll always say, “It’s never too late, never late!”

(Echo: ...never too late...)

And the us of tomorrow… will hug the us of yesterday