Story Behind The Song

Theme song for a "coulda, shoulda, might've been".

Song Description

This song is most often cited as "The Single" off the "Songs For Nocturna " CD.

Lyrics

Had a real career-type interview at nine
I must've punched that snooze-box half-a--dozen times
A pot of coffee black and yesterday's cartoons
How'd it get to be too late so soon?

Now I'm just short of paralyzed
And the brighter side of noon
Somehow it gets away so soon

Got a real nice girl in trouble with her dad
You would not believe the kind of eyes she had
They sparkled right on up until the honeymoon
How'd it get to be too late so soon?

Now I'm just short of paralyzed
Every time I call the tune
Somehow it gets away so soom

I could fill your eyes with dreams of the matador
But every time you turn away
I suffer more
Blown away and out the door

Had a shot at college
Where are my degrees?
Set my share of hearts aflame
And never failed to freeze
It's funny how the time was never opportune
How'd it get to be too late so soon?

Now I'm just short of terrified
Falling out of my balloon
Somehow it gets away
Gets away so soon
(Tell me I'm immune)
Gets away so soon