CHOOSING (WHEN IT’S TOO LATE)
(John Farrar-Tim Rice)

I’ve tried to ignore all the stench of your life
Only holding back for my wife
Even she has seen your poisoned soul displayed
Seen each move you’ve made, contaminate, degrade

Who’s this juvenile? 
Who’s this infantile clown? 
He’s not even worth knocking down
Stamp your tiny foot my precious little lamb
Bleat ad nauseam, but I don’t give a damn

Where to go? 
Heart ever hounded
Coward? 
No spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Only choosing when it’s too late

May this imbecile cause your heart to feel joy
You did after all choose the toy
Do you now suppose I’ll leave with no reply? 
Basic laws apply, an eye demands an eye

Where to go? 
Heart ever hounded
Coward? 
No spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Only choosing when it’s too late

Where to go? 
Heart ever hounded
Coward? 
No spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Only choosing when it’s too late