Too Little, Too Late

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
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
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
And now you tell me, that it’s
It’s too little… too late