Say goodnight,
your song is through
Faint refrain
we hardly knew
[Come] s’crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake
when I hesitate
Because all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"
Far-well, you fool
Spare me the punch line please, I learned it well at Sunday scho-ol
Way back when all
you loved was the grease paint,
not the collection plate
So much for the funny face
‘cause all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"
Remember when murder was only killing time
And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine?
What happened to the musketeers of chesterfields?
Tobacco swords
behind smoky shields
[guitar solo]
Say goodnight (goodnight)
Old song (so long)
You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune)
Faint refrain (refrain)
Make room (so soon, so soon)
For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view)
Spare me the vague, not-so-clever cou=plets
The ones I would have loved when I was you
'Cause now all I can say is "too much, too little ..."
And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight
'Cause all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"
