Out on the cut where the world slows down,
We’re drifting past hedgerows, through village and town.
A boat called Never Two Late, she’s our little home,
With Mexi by our side, we’re free to roam.

[Chorus]
It’s a life made of laughter, of sunsets and gates,
Of towpath tales and winding waits.
We’re chasing the quiet, the joy, not the rate,
Living our dream on Never Two Late.

[Verse 2]
We cruise into places with stories to share,
Old pubs, little cafés, good food everywhere.
Selling our handmade treasures with love,
Under the wide open sky up above.

[Chorus]
It’s a life made of laughter, of sunsets and gates,
Of towpath tales and winding waits.
We’re chasing the quiet, the joy, not the rate,
Living our dream on Never Two Late.

[Bridge]
We wave to the boaters, old friends and new,
Every face has a story, every turn brings a view.
And when the day’s done and the stars start to shine,
We know this little boat is forever mine.

[Verse 3]
We’ve found freedom in locks and in winding canal bends,
In chance conversations, and lifelong friends.
With Mexi curled up at the end of the day,
We smile at the peace in the gentle sway.

[Final Chorus]
It’s a life made of moments that we celebrate,
Of homemade dreams and a winding fate.
No rush, no pressure, no closing gate,
We’re right on time on Never Two Late.