Lyrics

Every year the maples turn first.
And folks look at that big oak by the church and say,
"Bless its heart. That one's running behind."
Then late October comes...
and it's the deepest orange in the county.
Ooh... mmm...
She opened the bakery at sixty-one,
he learned to waltz at seventy-two.
Grandma walked the stage in a cap and gown,
Grandpa got his first passport too.
Everybody's got an opinion,
everybody's set a date.
They used to say, "Honey, you missed your season."
They used to say, "Honey, you're too late."
Nobody calls October late.
Nobody calls it late.
It takes its time, and it's worth the wait.
Every year I carried was worth the weight.
Nobody calls October late.
Right on time... right on time.
I'm right on time.
I worked my summers on the second shift,
paid that house off in '09.
Now that guitar from '79
and I are finally keeping time.
Some of us found somebody, some found our own way,
and some of us found both at sixty-eight.
Everybody's got an opinion,
everybody's set a date.
They used to say, "Honey, you missed your season."
They used to say, "Honey, you're too late."
Nobody calls October late.
Nobody calls it late.
It takes its time, and it's worth the wait.
Every year I carried was worth the weight.
Nobody calls October late.
Right on time... right on time.
I'm right on time.
I kept waiting for my life to start.
It was busy turning me.
Sixty-one, and right on time.
Seventy-two, and so are we.
After all these years... this is right where I belong.
Nobody calls October late.
Nobody calls it late.
It takes its time, and it's worth the wait.
Every year I carried was worth the weight.
Nobody calls October late.
The deepest orange comes in late.
Went by the church this morning.
Folks were standing in the road with their heads back.
Not one of them called it late.