Always Late

He's always late to the party again
Says he's stuck in some kind of time bend
My clock's spinning but he's standing still
He's got no map, no sense of the drill

But when he smiles
Oh, when he tries
It's like the stars align in his eyes

He's always late
He's always late
But my heart's on time
It syncs with fate
He's always late
I sit and wait
But he's the one I love
No debate

He's got that charm like a samba breeze
Trips on his words but his love's a tease
A Brazilian trumpet plays in my mind
Every delay somehow feels divine

When he holds me
Oh, when he's near
The world slows down
It's crystal clear

He's always late
He's always late
But my heart's on time
It syncs with fate
He's always late
I sit and wait
But he's the one I love
No debate