Say goodnight, your song is through   Faint refrain we hardly knew   Comes crashin' 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 punch line please, I learned it well at Sunday school   Way back when all you loved was the grease paint   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 as a bitter gulp of strychnine   What happened to the musketeers of chesterfields?   Tobacco swords behind smoky shields      Say goodnight old song you're through   Faint refrain make room for new   But 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