Is It Too Late

Is it too late for me to say

That I'm filled with second thoughts?

Is it too late for me to change my mind

If I say you're right a lot?

I'm sick of all those nights at home

Crying and waiting by the phone

I know you're out there fooling around

Now it's my turn and I won't be found

I'm sick of all those nights at home

Crying and waiting by the phone

I know you're out there fooling around

Now it's my turn and I won't be found

The love I gave, you took for granted

But I held on with my heart

But it's too late for you now

I'm better off when we're apart

I'm sick of all those nights at home

Crying and waiting by the phone

I know you're out there fooling around

Now it's my turn and I won't be found

I'm sick of all those nights at home

Crying and waiting by the phone

I know you're out there fooling around

Now it's my turn and I won't be found

I'm sick of all those nights at home

Crying and waiting by the phone

I know you're out there fooling around

Now it's my turn and I won't be found

Is it too late for me to say

That I'm filled with second thoughts?

Is it too late for me to change my mind

If I say you're right a lot?