they met too late when summer was over and the wee small hours were turning to black surely there is still a way surely there is still a way but they met too late they met too late and paris was a daydream they'd never walk through the dusty night she was beautiful sad and scared worried about the strange love they shared but they met too late there's no use in crying over what can't be it never works the way that you intend I know we won't be lovers but we can still be friends and if you've got a problem you can come to me doesn't matter if it's great or small I'm not religious but I'm asking God to hold your hand and guide you through it all sending out a message of love to say that everything's alright