Remembering those Fall mornings and not quite making it to class
Noticing too late the hickey that you’d given me. It made me mad but made you laugh.
“Breakfast sounds much better, there’s no way that I’m ever gonna pass.
It’s too late to make it all up now.”

We swirled inside the paisley lines, got tangled in the vines.
You begged, and pled, and cried for me but I knew you’d never be mine,
And when Christmas came you warned me that we had run out of time,
But I thought, “it’s too late to make it all up now.”

When Spring arrived it seemed as though our affair had met its end.
We whispered nothing late at night but both went to bed with men.
And awful dreams of you and me they filled my weary head
And it’s too late to forget about them now.

Then I moved to the city, and you trailed. I tried to set the record straight but failed.
We tried to coexist as best could be… happy afternoons of drinking and TV,
But it’s too late to forget about it now.
I’ll always come back ‘round to you again somehow.

Eventually the time did come for us to go our separate ways,
For you it was to Washington, for me, the Lone Star State,
So I put you in my pocket, and left the rest to Fate
But it’s too late to put you out of my head now.

When I heard that you had left this world I thought I’d never breathe again,
If I could only hold you one more time I would try to make amends,
But when I want to say I’m sorry now, I reach for a pen…
And it’s too late to make it all up now.
I’ll always come back ‘round to you again somehow.