Too late for me to turn around,   I'm in the special crowd,   But I don't feel special now,      Eyes drift sideways, begin to stare,   I'm in the empty chair,   There's one just over there      And I know now that you're bound to change,   You're just finding what I found right away      Lay down all of your inner sight,   But don't come round mine tonight,   We'll only have a fight,   Turning against the grain,   You know that with everything that I repair and I give in,   You're not the first, won't be the last,   I can't decide, I can't move fast      And I know now that I'll never turn   And take it all away,   Wasted one thing, now I'll never learn,   and I am laid to waste,      I'll write a note