I've heard the Old Ones tell of how it once was.
I've heard the tales their fathers heard from fathers long before,
Of times when man reached out his hand and almost touched the stars,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
The tales of giant sky ships in the Southlands,
Of thunder rolling down the Cape, a mighty awesome roar,
Of men who tried and men who died and men who turned away,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
They tell of how we failed the final challenge,
And how we turned our backs on those with courage to explore.
Expedience became the shameful legacy of man,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
For man it seems is past his final glory,
And Earth will be his resting place for now and ever more.
We know that Man can never be more than he is right now,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
Sometimes I wish I could go back and tell them,
To pay the price; that man should not be stranded on this shore;
The future's for the taking; god! don't fail your children now.
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
I watch the moon come up across the tree tops.
I hear the gentle closing of a door,
Much like the chance to touch the stars we lost so long ago,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
No I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
"Too Late", Lyrics and Music by Duane Elms
I've heard the tales their fathers heard from fathers long before,
Of times when man reached out his hand and almost touched the stars,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
The tales of giant sky ships in the Southlands,
Of thunder rolling down the Cape, a mighty awesome roar,
Of men who tried and men who died and men who turned away,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
They tell of how we failed the final challenge,
And how we turned our backs on those with courage to explore.
Expedience became the shameful legacy of man,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
For man it seems is past his final glory,
And Earth will be his resting place for now and ever more.
We know that Man can never be more than he is right now,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
Sometimes I wish I could go back and tell them,
To pay the price; that man should not be stranded on this shore;
The future's for the taking; god! don't fail your children now.
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
I watch the moon come up across the tree tops.
I hear the gentle closing of a door,
Much like the chance to touch the stars we lost so long ago,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
No I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
"Too Late", Lyrics and Music by Duane Elms