Well it's too late for apologies, my dearnI've been living in your imagery of fearnIn all that I could seenwas everything you neednAnd oh my darling, it ain't mennSo I guess that's why I've gone and hit the roadnWell I bet you thought I would never really gonBut I had to leavenCause all you thought I believenOh my darling, wasn't mennOh I've been looking to the answers to your questionnAnd I've been living like a beggar, begging you pleasenHow did I set free nThe man that you made menOh my darling, you tell menYou tell mennCause it's too late for apologies, my dear