Tuesday night Seven thirty I hear a voice on the telephone Doin’ fine then it hits me the voice that I am hearing means you’re not alone I thought it would be easy, but it’s not and now I would give all that I’ve got, but it’s
[CHORUS:] too little, too late no going back to the start you only lose when you hesitate and now that I would give you my heart– it’s too little, too late
Two more weeks I start to wonder if what I’m missing’s really worth these tears what’s the point you’ve found another and I just keep on talking but you just can’t hear you swore you’d wait forever and a day I never thought I’d live to hear you say that it’s
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So mad about me, you couldn’t live without me now you say you’re “moving on” I took the long way, I told you “maybe someday” I guess I made you wait too long…ohhh.
I know I’ve only got myself to blame and I still got my pride, but just the same–it’s just