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.