It's 4 am babe You've been out all night You've got on just in time To hear me say goodbye My mind has made up And I swear today This time my heart Won't get in the way I don't doubt that you're sorry For what I moaned Now you see, you see the error of your ways And no tears that have enough touch Sad on down your face But it's too little, too late Grab your hat and coat while you're talking You can call a cab or take out walking My advise is simple, find another fool somehow Cause all the tears and chat now Won't change my mind now I don't doubt that you're sorry For what I moaned Now you see the error of your ways And no tear that have enough touch Sad on down your face But it's too little too late There are there are no tears babe That have enough touch sad on down your face But it's too little too late Yeah it's too little too late.