Baby, Am I Too Late?

Met a young man on the road
 Who looked me in the eye so cold
 Told me I was way too old
 To write songs
 In the USA
 Met a young man full of hate
 Who called me grandpa to my face
 Said I never could relate
 To young kids
 In the USA
 And he asked...
 Why did you wait so long
 To sit down and write a song?
 And he said...
 Grandpa, you waited too long
 It's too late to write your songs
 Twenty years ago
 Never had the heart
 Never had the sight
 Twenty years ago
 Never had the smarts
 Never saw the light
 Twenty years ago
 Never felt the pain
 Never felt the awe
 Twenty years ago
 Never felt my shame
 Never knew my flaws
 There's nothing I can write today
 I could have written way back then
 Nothing I can write today
 Could be written with a younger pen
 And I ask...
 Baby, am I too late?
 Tell me baby, Tell me now
 Baby, writing songs is all I've ever wanted to do