Outside my house is a cactus plant they call the century tree
Only once in a hundred years it flowers gracefully
And you never know when it will bloom

Hey, do you want to come out and play the game
It's never too late
Hey, do you want to come out and play the game
It's never too late

Clementine Hunter was fifty-four before she picked up her paintings
Old Uncle Taylor was eighty-one when he rode his bike
Across the plains of China
And the sun was shining on that day just like today

Do you want to come out and play the game
It's never too late
Do you want to come out and play the game
It's never too late

Didn't know how to tell her for over thirty years
Kept locked up inside himself no one saw the tears
Then she went away and he woke up that day

So he went back to college at the age of sixty-three
Graduated with honors with an agriculture degree
And he joined up the Peace Corps at the age of sixty-nine
And he rode the grand rapids at the age of eighty-five

Now he brings roses to his sweetheart she lives most anywhere
He sees someone suffering he knows that despair
He offers them a rose and some quiet prose
About dancing in a shimmering ballroom
'Cause you never know when they will bloom

Hey, do you want to come out and play the game
It's never too late
I said hey, do you want to come out and play the game
It's never too late, too late, late, late, yeah

Hey, do you want to come out and play the game
Oh it's never too late, too late, late, late, late
Do you want to come out and play the game
It's never too late, never too late no