Text: Stephen Curtis Chapman. Great Adventure, The. Still Called Today.

There's a hole the size of a cruel word
In a wouned heart somewhere that's learning to hide the pain
There's a thorn stuck in the conscience of
Someone who spoke a word in anger
And they can't wash away the stain sorry's such a hard word to say

But while it's still called today won't somebody make it right
Before the day slips into night and the moments waste away
While it is still called today we've got to say the words
That are longing to be heard 'cause tommorrow may be too late
Go on and say what you need to say while it is still called today

There's a girl who's waiting day after day
To hear her father say I love you as the days turn into years
There's a wall that silence has turned to stone
Between a man and a woman she's holding back the tears
And he's holding on to his fears

But while it's still called today won't somebody make it right
Before the day slips into night and the moments waste away
While it is still called today we've got to say the words
That are longing to be heard 'cause tommorrow may be too late
Go on and say what you need to say today

There is a time when the sun goes down
And the flowers are laid on the grave
Will the tears that fall to the ground
Be the tears of regret for the words someone didn't say

But while it's still called today won't somebody make it right
Before the day slips into night and the moments waste away
While it is still called today we've got to say the words
That are longing to be heard 'cause tommorrow may be too late
Go on and say what you need to say while it is still called today