Is It Too Late

I looked at you hard, I looked at you strong, I knew you were wrong But I wanted you bad, I knew you were mad, your eyes they were sad They were looking at me Is it too late, is it too bad, is it too much For your kind of touch You're tripping me out, I know you were right I'm losing my mind Over you. I'm over you Whom are you kidding; you couldn't do better You're closer than ever To the land of the free You never belonged, as you always preferred a good song Over me All those stories collected, not interrelated, can be well nominated For the best show in town But what is it to you, if through you They're all getting to you this time