It’s NOT too late, after all

Late night bigI love It’s Too Late by Nanci Griffith from her Late Night Grande Hotel album.

(And every time I think of her or hear her sing, I immediately think of my friends Carter and Suzie who took me to hear her at the Vogue in Broad Ripple. And I giggle about seeing Bill and Gloria Gaither and their daughter there. And it’s nice. But not the point.)

I think I love this song because I see myself in bits of it. I like the comfortable way the two characters in this story are opposites. I like how I can see that they are both better off because they don’t see the world the same way. And I like that there are sad, almost tragic glimmers in between some of the lines and absolute delight between others. I remember my own amazement that someone else shared what I was feeling when I first heard Nanci sing this on that summer night in Indianapolis.

Mostly, though, I love this song because it reminds me that God’s grace has been at work in my heart and mind. Some of the people who I thought I couldn’t live without in whatever way I thought I needed them and they needed me — we’re doing just fine without each other. It may sound sad that I kind of like to listen to this song once in a while and feel the sorrow that is resigned to live pleasantly trapped. It’s not sad because I don’t stay there any longer than the song plays.  It simply serves to remind me to thank God that He did not leave me trapped. He never will.

 

 

It’s Too Late

You pace the pool and talk about it
And I read my book and think about it
You’ve walked on water
As I’m turning the page

You say, “What’s the intrigue here
Of reading when the sky is clear?”
You are in the sun
And I am always in the shade

And it’s too late to leave you
You know that I will never leave you
It’s too late to know you
You don’t like to be known

You would never hold me
I don’t like to be held
I will always love you
In-spite of myself

I can feel the weather changing
The leaves are tired and turned with anger
They fall around us like a veil
Of golden tears

You have never needed me
And I’m not good at being needed
This season’s leaving us
But we will still be here

And it’s too late to leave you
You know that I will never leave you
It’s too late to know you
You don’t like to be known

You would never hold me
I don’t like to be held
I will always love you
In-spite of myself

It’s late
It’s too late

Do you miss me when I’m far away?
Do you save me for your rainy days?
My picture on the mantle
Or is it in the fire?

It’s odd the way the years fly by
They leave us standing side by side
You have been my mystery
And I’ve been your desire

And it’s too late to leave you
You know that I will never leave you
It’s too late to know you
You don’t like to be known

You would never hold me
I don’t like to be held
And I will always love you
In-spite of myself

Yes I will always love you
That’s in-spite of myself

It’s late
It’s too late

Songwriters
GRIFFITH, NANCI

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Read more: Nanci Griffith – It’s Too Late Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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