Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?
But you don't know why you got
So, here's you with your mom on your back
No, she don't know why
And you can hear her still when the nights are still
Broke on his tawdry bride
But we don't know why
And you don't know why
Going into the woods
It was morning before the cheering died
All choked up when you said goodbye
And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim
King George in imperial robe and a lazy eye
Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?
knelt down as the semaphore
All crying out for calamine
With his TV sets and his fighter jets
Like a good son should
She got all dolled up for a suicide
And the royal ubiquitous handycam
Julie dips her toe in the tide
Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?
He got all stressed out on the motherland
She's so proud that you're staying on track
