(Mary Chapin Carpenter)      You've been saying for the longest time that the time has come   You've been talking like you're of a mind to get some changing done   Maybe move out of the city, find some quiet little town   Where you can sit out on your back porch step   And watch the sun go down   No one knows where they belong   The search just goes on and on and on   For every choice that ends up wrong   Another one's right   A change of scene would sure be great   The thought is nice to contemplate   But the question begs why would you wait   And be late for your life      Now you might never find that perfect town   But the sun still sets on a rooftop where the city    Sounds like a Gershwin clarinet   And you might still be searching every face for one you can't forget   Love is out there in a stranger's clothes   You just haven't met him yet   No one knows where they belong   The search just goes on and on and on   For every day that ends up wrong   Another one's right   Call it chance or call it fate   Either one is cause to celebrate   Still the question begs why would you wait   And be late for your life      Call it chance baby, call it fate   Either one is cause to celebrate   And the question now is why would you wait   Don't be late for your life