Lyrics
Say goodnight, your song is through
Saying goodbye, the song has ended
Faint refrain we hardly knew
A weak, barely noticeable repetition
Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate
Conflict hits the chaotic waters as I hesitate
Because all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."
Expressing regrets about the timing being wrong
Farewell, you fool
Parting words for someone seen as foolish
Spare me the punch line please,
Requesting to skip the expected joke or sarcasm
I learned it well at Sunday school
Learning moral lessons, referencing religious teachings
Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate
Recalling a past time when one enjoyed performing rather than religious duties
So much for the funny face
Disappointment in the transformation from fun to seriousness
Because all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."
Repeating the regret over the timing of actions
Remember when murder was only killing time
Reflecting on a time when murder was merely a way to pass time
And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine?
Comparing a grudge to consuming poison
What happened to the Musketeers of chesterfields?
Asking about the disappearance of a certain group or camaraderie
Tobacco swords behind smoky shields
Referencing smoking and its associated imagery of defense
Say goodnight (goodnight)
Repeating the goodbye
Old song (so long)
Mentioning an old song or farewell
You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune)
Suggesting to start afresh with a new tune
Faint refrain (refrain)
A weak repetition of a musical phrase
Make room (so soon, so soon)
Indicating the need for change or space for something new
For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view)
Waiting for a decisive point in a song's structure
Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets
Rejecting vague and unimpressive poetic lines
The ones I would have loved when I was you
Acknowledging a change in taste or perspective
'Cause now all I can say is "Too much, too little..."
Continuing to express regrets about timing and quantities
And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight
Feeling overwhelmed by a heavy burden or emotion
'Cause all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."
Reiterating the regrets over timing and quantities
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