Say goodnight, your song is through
Faint refrain we hardly knew
Comes crashing against the drunken waters of this wake
When I hesitate
Because all I can say is too much, 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 funny face
Because 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
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 couplets,
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