Too Much, Too Little, Too Late

(专辑： Spilt Milk - 1993)

Say goodnight
Your song is through
Faint refrain
We hardly knew

Comes crashing against the drunken waters
Of this wake, when I hesitate
Because all I can say
Is too much or too little too late

Farewell
You fool

Spare me the punchline please
I learned it well at Sunday school
Way back when all you loved was the greasepaint
Not the collection plate, so much for the funny face
Because all I can say
Is too much or too little too late

Remember when murder was only killing time?
(La, la, la)
And an axe to grind was a bitter gulp of strychnine
(To grind, to grind)
What happened to the Musketeers of Chesterfields?
(Chesterfields, ooh)
Tobacco swords behind smokey shields
(Smokey shields, smokey shields)

Say goodnight (Goodnight), old song (So long)
You're through (Set the needle back and hum a new tune)
Faint refrain (Refrain), and make room (So soon)
For new (Until the hook can pull the bridge into view)

But spare me the vague and not-so-clever couplets
The ones I would've loved when I was you
'Cause, now all I can say
Is too much or too little
And all I can feel
Feels like the heaviest weight
'Cause, all I can say
Is too much or too little too late