Too Late 歌词

Sixty-five years must've been too much to bear For an insecure black man livin' on the verge of despair Too much resentment and too much hate From which there can be no easy escape It's too late, there's nothing left to give Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids It's too late, there's nothing left to hide So you go your way, and I'll go mine My father and I don't get along He's always right, I'm always wrong We never talk…he'd rather hide Preening his pride and pruning mine Chorus It's too late, there's nothing left to give Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids It's too late, there's nothing left to hide So you go your way, and I'll go mine I tried to talk to him, to go beyond the insults and lies Depending on the love to keep the family alive He said, "I don't wanna talk on account of the pressure of my blood" I said, "Can't we talk on account of love " "I'm reaching out to you" He said, "Don't reach out to me" "But I love you! I love you! Dad…don't you love me?" He stared straight ahead at the basketball game on his precious TV And he never even opened his mouth… He never even opened his mouth to me…and now It's too late, there's nothing left to give Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids It's too late, there's nothing left to hide So you go your way, and I'll go mine You go your way, you go your way… …And I'll go mine.