He came home from working late againTo a table set with candles for twoAnd by a dying flameHe hung his head in shameHe forgot that she needs him tooHe finds a note she'd left for himIt said she can't do this anymoreYou've done it againWhen will it endAnd whoAre you really working forDon't wait till it's too lateIt's too late for rosesYou can't say you're sorryOnce the flower shop closesIt's too late for rosesYou'll miss herOnce another proposesWhen you're pushing up daisiesIt's too late for rosesShe woke up to the smellOf rosesHe surprised herWith breakfast in bedHe said he was wrongThe night was too longThose three little wordsWent unsaidThat don't take tomorrowFor grantedCause today just might beYour last chanceNow's the time to startStart thinking with your heartAnd hold her likeIt's your last danceDon't wait till it's too lateTill it's too lateIt's too late for rosesYou can't say you're sorryOnce the flower shop closesIt's too late for rosesIt's too late to miss herOnce another proposesIt's too late for rosesWhen you're pushing up daisiesIt's too late for rosesWhen you're pushing up daisiesIt's too late for rosesYou can't say you're sorryIt's too late for rosesWilson FairchildAlright, thank youI like that