Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

And it's too late, too late to change the time But it's not too late (too late) to change your mind But it's not too late to change your mind (too late) It's too late, too late to change the time Yea, yea, yea In this almighty cage We shop through the

Nothing but a heartache It's a fool's game It's a heartache Standing in the cold rain Then he let's you down Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down Nothing but a fool's game Feeling like a clown

It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Standing in the cold rain Feeling like a clown Love him till your arms break Then he lets you down Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down It's a fool's game

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

He said "please don't go away" I said "it's too late" And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything But I don't let him touch me anymore I said "I'm not something to butter up And taste when you get bored

The aftertaste I know there's nothing that I can do to make you stay But one thing I know that will always remain And that's the aftertaste Don't break, don't fade While we're not real, we're never too late Make time, it won’t hurt Said I’ll go now, but

I'ma take you with me when I go And it's much too late to change my name I get older but my troubles don't change Worked so hard with nothin' to show When I leave here, when I leave here I have no place to go I'm a stranger, just a stranger Even to the

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do