To late

why dont you come to your senses
you been out riding for so long
but i know that you got your reasons
these things that are pleasing you
you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
now it seems to me some fine things
have been laid upon your table
but you only want the ones that you cant get
you aint getting no younger
your pain and your hunger
and freedom that just some people talking
your prison is walking through this world all alone
your feet get cold in the winter time
the sky wont snow and the sun wont shine
it hard to tell the night time from the day
you are losing all your highs and lows
it funny how the feeling goes away
come down and open the gate
it may be raining but theres a rainbow above you
you better let someone come
before its too late...