Little docking house out west
Sad little angel with her head on chest
Tears like raindrops crash to the floor
She don't want to see me no more One way mirrors and two way phones
She keeps in touch with the danger zone
She closes windows and locks all the doors
She don't want to see me no more Says it's too late
Damage has been done Yeah, yeah, it's too late
Damage been
done Yeah, it's been done
In a little roadside restaurant The little angel's favorite haunt
Stay in the corner on the telephone I plead with them,
can I please come home?
Cross the
room behind the gray spatted grill That
pretty young waitress keeping very still
She's trying to listen in on one end of the call
Between her best friend and her husband She's slow but it's too late
Damage has been done Yeah, yeah, it's too late
Damage been done Been done
Damage been done
Going on since 4th of July Getting all strange vibrations all around
Tell secrets and one tells lies And I feel like a clown
Yeah, like a clown
In
a second hand automobile A nervous hand hanging on the wheel
That old highway's dark and alone I sure owe one thing,
I could never go home
You pay the price of this vagabond heart Tell you one thing,
and you're very smart
I still try the best I can If it ain't fate,
then it sure ain't planned
But it's too late
Damage has been done
Yeah, yeah, it's too late
Damage been done
Now, now, baby, sorry It's too late
Damage has been done Yeah, yeah, it's too late
Damage been done Yeah, it's been done
Damage been done Oh,
yeah, baby now
Damage been done Damage been done
It's too late