Sippin' on a cup of coffee While I nibble on my grub My memory is taken over by your thoughts I wonder who wanna live life without your Grabbin' on my clothes My every action's within your control Do you recall the time we rolled up in the grass And then you told me to stop playing with your-- heart Leaving through the door I'll meet you at a quarter past four I'm gonna buy a pack from the convenience store A pack of cigarettes and maybe something more Going down the bus I call you up to make sure you're at home To my surprise, you're not picking up your phone I couldn't reach you so I answerеd through the door Darling, why didn't you tell me that Our lovе's in the way of something else It's not hard to let me know that You and me could never go that far It's too late, baby It's too late, baby Too late, baby Too late, baby Too late, baby Too late, baby Too late, baby, to tell me