When all those broken
bones and bruises
Start to show
And how you ever
got so lost
You'll never know
Staring out at
the great Atlantic
Starts to hurt
You begin to realize
What you've done to
her It's gonna hurt
(You have to live with)
You have to live with
The choice you made
(Whoa) I know it
haunts you to the
grave But things don't
have to Stay this way
(Whoa) You better hope
it's not too late
Too late to
save your name
Post Chorus: Guitar Solo
Picking up the phone
Has taken every ounce
Of humility you
historically
Have buried down
It's gonna hurt
(You have to live with)
Too late to
save your name
Too late to save your
you have to live with
You have to live with
The choice you made
(Whoa) I know it
haunts you to the
grave But things don't
have to Stay this way
(Whoa) You better hope
it's not too late
Too late to
save your name
too late to