Tuesday night   Seven thirty   I hear a voice on the telephone   Doin' fine   then it hits me   the voice that I am hearing means you're not alone   I thought it would be easy, but it's not   and now I would give all that I've got, but it's      CHORUS:   too little, too late   no going back to the start   you only lose when you hesitate   and now that I would give you my heart--   it's too little, too late      Two more weeks   I start to wonder   if what I'm missing's really worth these tears   what's the point   you've found another    and I just keep on talking but you just can't hear   you swore you'd wait forever and a day   I never thought I'd live to hear you say   that it's      CHORUS      So mad about me,    you couldn't live without me   now you say you're "moving on"   I took the long way,   I told you "maybe someday"   I guess I made you wait too long...ohhh.      I know I've only got myself to blame   and I still got my pride, but just the same--it's just      CHORUS      and now you tell me, that it's      CHORUS      it's too little...too late.