Isn't It a Little Late? - Eleanor McEvoy, David Kitt

Time was kinder to you

Than it was to me

I paid dearly

You got off scot free

You always said you’d sleep

After you were dead

I think you should quit

While you’re ahead

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me?

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming here at all?

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me?

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming here at all?

There’s no applause, no curtain calls

No spotlight no acclaim

There are no prizes due to you

For all your little games

And if someday you’ll go change your ways

And then come passing through

Don’t expect me to be one

Who’ll be believing you

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me?

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming here at all?

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me?

Isn’t it a little late to be Coming here at all