Cut here

"so we meet again! " and i offer my hand
all dry and english slow
and you look at me and i understand
yeah it's a look i used to know
"three long years.. and your favourite man..
is that any way to say hello? "
and you hold me..
like you'll never let me go.

"oh c'mon and have a drink with me
sit down and talk awhile.. "
"oh i wish i could.. and i will!
but now i just don't have the time.. "
and over my shoulder as i walk away
i see you give that look goodbye..
i still see that look in your eye..

so dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy
all the silly frilly things have to first get done
in a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it june
until later.. doesn't always come.

it's so hard to think "it ends sometime
and this could be the last
i should really hear you sing again
and i should really watch you dance"

because it's hard to think
"i'll never get another chance to hold you..
to hold you.. ".

but chilly mr dilly - too much rush to talk to billy
all the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
in a second - just hang on - all in good time - won't be long
until later..

i should've stopped to think - i should've made the time
i could've had that drink - i could've talked awhile
i would've done it right - i would've moved us on
but i didn''t - now it''s all too late it's over.. over..
and you're gone..

i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you
i miss you i miss you so much.

but how many times can i walk away
and wish "if only.. "
how many times can i talk this way
and wish "if only.. "
keep on making the same mistake
keep on aching the same heartbreak.

i wish "if only.. "
but "if only.. "
is a wish too late..