Far Too Late

A little man who lives next door
He lives a very simple life
He's got a car, a house, a wife
And the life he lives is only what he gives

Every day at half past five
He's coming home, kisses his wife
Sits down, reading the news
Kicks off his shiny shoes
And after dinner he's watching movies on his colour TV

Far too late to break away
Far too late to change the play
No illusions anymore
It's far too late

Jimmy Jones is 31
He's got a daughter and a son
But it's still the same old way
Year after year, day after day
And the life he lives is only what he gives

Far too late to break away
Far too late to change the play
No illusions anymore
It's far too late

Far too late to break away
Far too late to change the play
No illusions anymore
It's far too late

Far too late to break away
Far too late to change the play
No illusions anymore
It's far too late

Far too late to break away
Far too late to change the play
No illusions anymore