| Songwriter's notes: I wrote this song a few years | | | | She had spied a stranger |
| ago. My Mother and I sat at her kitchen table as she | | | | while sitting in the sun. |
| told me this real life story. I listened to her as | | | | The moment that their eyes locked |
| another woman, not as a daughter. We both wept | | | | she felt her soul |
| as she shared her sad end of her dream of finding | | | | undone. |
| love later in life. If it tells us anything at all, it tells us | | | | A friend had planned a dinner |
| to take a chance; dive into possibility; recognize | | | | to introduce their lives. |
| opportunity and NOT WAIT.... " 'Til The Time Is | | | | Formal invitations |
| Right"." Till Time Is Right"a song:1) | | | | she waited |
| We sat at the kitchen table | | | | 'till the time was right.3) |
| as her tears most freely fell. | | | | One night she was out driving |
| She said she'd like to tell me | | | | along a lone ravine. |
| of a friend she'd never met. | | | | A car crash did seem suspect |
| Her husband had left years ago | | | | a car that she had seen. |
| upon her own request. | | | | And when she called |
| but since that time she's been alone | | | | and asked her friend |
| and alone is a lonely plan.Chorus:'Till time is right | | | | if what she feared was true |
| 'till time is right | | | | she said that yes.. |
| we only have one life to live | | | | he left a note to say |
| but still the rules apply. | | | | I'm lonely too.Bridge:Who knows why or when we'll |
| We'll wait | | | | meet again. |
| 'till the time is right2) | | | | If we'll crawl or if we'll fly. |