Too late for me to turn around,nI'm in the special crowd,nBut I don't feel special now,nnEyes drift sideways, begin to stare,nI'm in the empty chair,nThere's one just over therennAnd I know now that you're bound to change,nYou're just finding what I found right awaynnLay down all of your inner sight,nBut don't come round mine tonight,nWe'll only have a fight,nTurning against the grain,nYou know that with everything that I repair and I give in,nYou're not the first, won't be the last,nI can't decide, I can't move fastnnAnd I know now that I'll never turnnAnd take it all away,nWasted one thing, now I'll never learn,nand I am laid to waste,nnI'll write a note