Don't be Late.

What’s the point of being famous? So maybe I’ll regret this Could I be beat down to the street Blind and left behind? Pretty boy is entertaining Well, I find ‘em grating Could I be beat down in the street Blind, and left behind to know that I can’t be too late I am made of steel or wool defense Well the rain will come someday Like a blessing for all my dirty work To was all the pain away It could only be you To convince me that this is truly where I deserve to be And it could only be you To tell me if it is all worth all my time and effort Time flows like a stream Dedication is strong You lose when I say I can’t be too late Maybe I concede to madness, thirsty and thread-less Could I be clothed from head to toe on these kind of wages? What’s the point of being famous? Oh, I know, could it be friends in higher ranks Keep you up at night I can’t be too late I could go away and fade out Well the pain will be worth it At least I sure hope so anyway To make all the sense I need Dedication is strong And the current’ll change You lose when I say “I can’t be too late”