Born Too Late, Born Too Soon V2

Verse 1

Wind in my hair I'm rising slow

No weight on my shoulders nowhere left to go

The night wraps around me like a quiet song

I'm flying free where I finally belong

Stars overhead they pull at my chest

Wanderlust burning I can't seem to rest

Caught in the in-between of then and when

Born a little late and a little too soon

Chorus

I'm flying free

Wind through my hair

Staring at the stars

With that old wanderlust stare

Born too late

Born too early still

But up here the timing

Doesn't seem to matter at all

Verse 2

Clouds drift below like pages I skipped

Stories I missed and the ones not written yet

I was meant for the spaces that haven't been named

So I keep on flying till I forget

Chorus

I'm flying free

Wind through my hair

Staring at the stars

With that old wanderlust stare

Born too late

Born too early still

But up here the timing

Doesn't seem to matter at all

Bridge

Maybe the clock never had the right hands

Maybe the sky was the only plan

Late and early both fade in the blue

And all that remains is the flying and you

Final Chorus

I'm flying free

Wind through my hair

Staring at the stars

With that old wanderlust stare

Born too late

Born too early still

But up here the timing

Doesn't seem to matter at all