Too Late

<br>(John Phillips) <br>When itжЉЇ too late for talking,<br>But itжЉЇ too early to be walking<br>And your world slowly stops its spin...<br>When the mind that once was open shuts<br>And no one can get in...<br><br>And we know that youжЉ®e faking,<br>And thereжЉЇ no give or taking...<br>And no oneжЉЇ really sure whoжЉЇ been had.<br>When the love and trust have turned to dust,<br>And that was all you had...<br><br>Get on your pony and ride;<br>Get on your pony and ride.<br>No one to catch up to you,<br>If you try. <br>Get on your pony and ride;<br>Get on your pony and ride. <br>No one to catch up to you,<br>If you try.<br>No one to catch up to you,<br>If you try...cause IжЉіe tried.<br><br>Cause when the mind that once was open shuts<br>And you knock on the door, nobody answers anymore...<br>When the love and trust has turned to dust...<br>When the mind that once was open shuts...<br>When you knock on the door, nobody answers anymore...<br>When the love and trust has turned to dust...