It's a little late darling To play this game It's a little late over Come sit this pain. But she knows if she goes She can never come back again And I know if she stays I can never sing my pain to her. Well I guess she might be the one But as always I'm on the run On the run from myself And anything good that comes my way. Like a lonesome bird in a broken cage Like a broken heart in its final stage I BREAK... End