Well, whether there was a murder, I don't know, I wasn't there I was busy visiting a friend in jail There were just two women on the scene at the time Neither one of 'em saw a thing, both of 'em were wearing veils They said it was a natural situation He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground You know what they say about being nice to people on your way up "You might meet 'em again on your way back down"
But it's too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
He had a brother named Paul hang out at the cafe royal Where Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixed Well, he's pretty to look at looking for someone to throw the book at But you know that he drinks and drinks, can't be fixed Sing me one more song about your summer romance, I know You don't know "Motherless Children" sing me the one about you and Errol Flynn In these times of compassion where conformity's a fashion Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in
But it's too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
Dr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroom He's a retired businessman who feeds off everyone he's touched Gives money to the church and foundations for research He's not someone you can play around with too much But then there's Rosetta Blake who's been to both sides of the lake She's rough to look at but she's righteously fit She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed You won't have to worry 'bout sleeping face down with your head in the plate
But it's too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
You'll arrange to see your man tonight Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors How to enter the gates of paradise, no not really More like how to go crazy from carrying a burden that's never meant to be yours From the stage they'll be doing the bumps and the grinds A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks They like to take all this money from sin and build big universities to study in And sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss Bank
But it's too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
They got some serious people out there, man They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue They don't come to party, man They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young They don't believe in mercy And judgment on them is something you'll never see They can put your face on a postage stamp Turn your home into an armed camp anyway they want you That's the way you'll be
But it's too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
Yes, I loved him too I still see him in my mind climbing up that hill Or was it a wall, I don't recall It don't matter at all and it never will Ain't nothing left here partner Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades From now on this will be where you're from Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come Feel that hot iron glowing now as you raise the shades
But it's too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
Compositor: Robert Dylan (SESAC)Editor: Special Rider Music (SESAC)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LlcECAD verificado obra #30456551 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM