Too Much, Too Little, Too Late

Say goodnight your song is Through The faint refrain we hardly knew Comes crashing against the drunken Waters of ths wake When i hesitiate because all i can Say is Too much or too little too late Farewell you fool Spare me the punchline please i Learned it well at sunday school Way back when all you loved was The greasepaint not the collection plate So much for the funnyface because All i can say is Too much too little too late Remember when murder was only Killing time And the axe to grind was a bitter Gulp of strychnine What happened to the muskateers Of chesterfields Tobacco swords behind smokey Sheilds Say goodnight (goodnight) Old song (so long) You're through (set the needle Back and hum a tune) Faint refrain (refrain) And make room (so soon) For new (until the hook can Pull the bridge into view) But spare me the vague and Not so clever couplets The ones i would've loved when I was you Because now all i can say is Too much too little too late And all i can feel, feels like The heaviest weight All i can say is Too much too little too late