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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS and now you tell me, that it's CHORUS it's too little...too late.