Seger takes the old records off-the-shelf
sooner or later the snow does melt,

on a Feb night the moon hangs mysteriously low,

the light bounces off her light skin, reflecting a brand-new glow

Moonlight passing through the leafless trees

The only thing missing are the bird and the bees

Rockets flaring across the calm,
Lips glossed, including balm

Sing with me, sing a Psalm

I will sing, sing a new song

Love shining through all along

Some would say twist of fate.
Me, I say never too late.