| Song | Too Late for Tonight |
| Artist | Laura Cantrell |
| Album | When The Roses Bloom Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cantrell, MacDonald | |
| I've been sittin' all night, | |
| Listenin' to my records, | |
| Makin' up my mind. | |
| I'd call you up, | |
| But I'm never on time, | |
| And it's too late for tonight. | |
| If you weren't so far away, | |
| I'd just ring you up: | |
| Got a lot to say. | |
| But the city sky, | |
| Soon will see it's first light. | |
| And it's too late for tonight. | |
| You brought me home one night and left me, | |
| Standing on your stairs. | |
| Turned around to lock your door, | |
| But I wasn't even there. | |
| That was a long time ago, | |
| I'm thinkin', laughing: | |
| An' I miss you so. | |
| An' I'm all right, | |
| But I can't close my eyes, | |
| An' it's too late for tonight. | |
| The hours are long and quiet, | |
| An' it's drifting through my mind. | |
| Some sweet, sultry night, | |
| You'll be by my side. | |
| I can see the sky so clearly now, | |
| The silver an' fiery moon. | |
| Oh, the record player humming so dearly, | |
| In the other room. | |
| Was it BJ, 1972? | |
| He's wishin', he's hopin', | |
| And he's feelin' blue. | |
| An' I'm floating, | |
| On a sweet lullaby, | |
| An' it's too late for tonight. | |
| Oh, goodnight, my dear, goodnight. |
| zuo qu : Cantrell, MacDonald | |
| I' ve been sittin' all night, | |
| Listenin' to my records, | |
| Makin' up my mind. | |
| I' d call you up, | |
| But I' m never on time, | |
| And it' s too late for tonight. | |
| If you weren' t so far away, | |
| I' d just ring you up: | |
| Got a lot to say. | |
| But the city sky, | |
| Soon will see it' s first light. | |
| And it' s too late for tonight. | |
| You brought me home one night and left me, | |
| Standing on your stairs. | |
| Turned around to lock your door, | |
| But I wasn' t even there. | |
| That was a long time ago, | |
| I' m thinkin', laughing: | |
| An' I miss you so. | |
| An' I' m all right, | |
| But I can' t close my eyes, | |
| An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
| The hours are long and quiet, | |
| An' it' s drifting through my mind. | |
| Some sweet, sultry night, | |
| You' ll be by my side. | |
| I can see the sky so clearly now, | |
| The silver an' fiery moon. | |
| Oh, the record player humming so dearly, | |
| In the other room. | |
| Was it BJ, 1972? | |
| He' s wishin', he' s hopin', | |
| And he' s feelin' blue. | |
| An' I' m floating, | |
| On a sweet lullaby, | |
| An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
| Oh, goodnight, my dear, goodnight. |
| zuò qǔ : Cantrell, MacDonald | |
| I' ve been sittin' all night, | |
| Listenin' to my records, | |
| Makin' up my mind. | |
| I' d call you up, | |
| But I' m never on time, | |
| And it' s too late for tonight. | |
| If you weren' t so far away, | |
| I' d just ring you up: | |
| Got a lot to say. | |
| But the city sky, | |
| Soon will see it' s first light. | |
| And it' s too late for tonight. | |
| You brought me home one night and left me, | |
| Standing on your stairs. | |
| Turned around to lock your door, | |
| But I wasn' t even there. | |
| That was a long time ago, | |
| I' m thinkin', laughing: | |
| An' I miss you so. | |
| An' I' m all right, | |
| But I can' t close my eyes, | |
| An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
| The hours are long and quiet, | |
| An' it' s drifting through my mind. | |
| Some sweet, sultry night, | |
| You' ll be by my side. | |
| I can see the sky so clearly now, | |
| The silver an' fiery moon. | |
| Oh, the record player humming so dearly, | |
| In the other room. | |
| Was it BJ, 1972? | |
| He' s wishin', he' s hopin', | |
| And he' s feelin' blue. | |
| An' I' m floating, | |
| On a sweet lullaby, | |
| An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
| Oh, goodnight, my dear, goodnight. |