Too Little Too Late
You've got to turn around
You’ve got to turn around
To see the road you've walked
The clock is ticking down
The clock is ticking down
Counting the time you've lost
Why do you make it so hard?
Why do you make it so hard?
The memories will blur
Until they disappear
But the feeling’s still clear
You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here
Why do you make it so hard?
Why do you make it so hard
To love you?
But still we do