Truly, with his thorn in your side 

and you don't know why 

Julie dips her toe in the tide 

and she don't know why 

No, she don't know why she got 

all dolled up for a suicide 

And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim, 

it was morning before the cheering died 



Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind? 



King George in imperial robe 

and a lazy eye 

knelt down as the semaphore broke 

on his tawdry bride 

But we don't know why he got 

all stressed out on the motherland 

With his T.V. sets and his fighter jets 

and the royal ubiquitous handycam 



Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind? 



Here's you with your mom on your back 

going into the woods 

She's so proud that you're staying on track 

like a good son should 

But you don't know why you got 

all choked up when you said goodbye 

And you can hear her still when the nights are still 

all crying out for calamine 



Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind? 



Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?