Written by Victoria Williams
From the Atlantic/Mammoth Records album "Loose"
Transcribed by David and Art Turco, email "aturco@netcom.com"
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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, honey, was fifty-four,
'fore she picked up her paint.
Old uncle Taylor was eighty-one,
when he rode his bike across the plains of China, u-huh.

And the sun was shining on their 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.
He kept locked up inside himself, and 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 agricultural degree.
And he joined up the peace core, at the age of sixty-nine.
And he rode the grand rapids, at the age of eighty-five.

Now he brings roses to his sweet heart, 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 (Hey), do you want to come out and play the game,
it's never too late.
Hey, I said hey (Hey), do you want to come out and play the game,
it's never too late, to play it, play it, yea.
(Do you want to come out) Wanta come out and play the game.
Ooh, (It's never too late, to play the game.)
Do you want to come out and play the game. (x5)
It's never too late, to play the game. (x5