"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand 
All dry and English slow 
And you look at me and I understand 
Yeah it's a look I used to know 
"Three long years... and your favourite man... 
Is that any way to say hello?" 
And you hold me... like you'll never let me go 

"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me 
Sit down and talk a while..." 
"Oh I wish I could... and I will! 
But now I just don't have the time..." 
And over my shoulder as I walk away 
I see you give that look goodbye... 
I still see that look in your eye... 

So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too [bad word] to talk to Billy 
All the silly frilly things have to first get done 
In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June 
Until later... doesn't [bad word] 

It's so hard to think "It ends sometime 
And this could be the last 
I should really hear you sing again 
And I should really watch you dance" 
Because it's hard to think 
"I'll never get another chance 
To hold you... to hold you... " 

But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too [bad word] to talk to Billy 
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done 
In a second - just hang on - all in good time - wont be long 
Until later... 

I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time 
I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while 
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on 
But I didn't - now it's all too late 
It's over... over 
And you're gone.. 

I miss you I miss you I miss you 
I miss you I miss you I miss you so much 

But how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..." 
But how many times can I talk this way and wish "If only..." 
Keep on making the same mistake 
Keep on aching the same heartbreak 
I wish "If only..." 

But "If only...." 
Is a wish too late...