Sitting all alone with my whisky on ice
I wonder why he's not with me tonight
If the rain is on tonight, then I won't sleep
I'm haunted by this loneliness I keep
And it's too late to cry 'cause we left it all behind
Too late to cry 'cause there's nothing left to find
You won't get more than you're living for
And it's too late to cry tonight
Doesn't seem much point in us carrying on
We pretend to cry, but the feelings are gone
I hear the death man has lost his mate
The silence that follows him tells me of our fate
And it's too late to cry 'cause we left it all behind
Too late to cry 'cause there's nothing left to find
You won't get more than you're living for
And it's too late to cry tonight
The empty glass before me tells the story in my eyes
The dimness it has given me won't let me realize
That love is more or less the state of mind we go through
With no guarantee to what it holds me or you
And it's too late to cry 'cause we left it all behind
Too late to cry 'cause there's nothing left to find
You won't get more than you're living for
And it's too late to cry tonight
Too Late To Cry was written by John Pennell.
Too Late To Cry was produced by Ken Irwin.