Is It Too Late

Is it too late to call you Tell you that I love you Won't you come home How many sorry's do I have to say I would tell them over, over, and over, again It is morning I feel pretty foolish Because I've woken alone All the shouts in my head Take me out of bed And I think of the phone Is it too late to call you Tell you that I love you Won't you come home How many sorry's do I have to say I would tell them over, over, and over, again It is evening I've come up with the idea That I feel broken inside And the thoughts in my head take me to the don't I wonder where you go I can't see you anymore Is it too late to call you Tell you that I love you Won't you come home How many sorry's do I have to say I would tell them over, over, and over, again