(Bill Rice/Sharon Rice/Tracy Byrd)
The clock is ticking loud as thunder
In this silent room
The morning comes and I wait to see
If it dawns on you
That I can`t make what little love you give me
Be enough
And I`m just a tick away from giving up
But it`s not too late for you
To turn this thing around
And say the words to keep me here
But do it now
`Cause love is slipping through our hands
One moment at a time
But it`s not too late
For you to change my mind
The rings we`re wearing on our hands
Are made of the purest gold
But what we`re doing to each other
Is getting old
And now, the pedestal I`ve put you on
Is crumbling, too
But it`s in your power to make it good as new
But it`s not too late for you
To turn this thing around
And say the words to keep me here
But do it now
`Cause love is slipping through our hands
One moment at a time
But it`s not too late
For you to change my mind
The clock is ticking loud as thunder
In this silent room
But it`s not too late
For you to change
It`s not too late for you to change my mind
It`s not too late for you to change my mind