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

Before I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep I hope it's not too late for me, whoa Difference changing in the distance Time consumes the image, oh Time consumes our image, whoa

It's so right I wanna see the way you move for me baby Little black dress It's so right you know I wanna see the way you move for me It's too late It's not right Just walked into the room Makin' heads turn

It's not over before it's too late She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Someday he feels like dying She gets so sick of crying An extraordinary girl She's an extraordinary girl It's not over 'till you're underground This city's burnin'

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

Tear down these walls for me It's not too late for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back To keep from sinking further I'm trying to find my way out

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

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you And your white horse, to come around Say you're sorry That face of

Stop now before it's too late Nothing lasts forever That's the way it's gotta be There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea for me The sound is not asleep, it's moving under my feet Bean eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate Run from

I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase Ridin' in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez Tryna