Who saves the best for last
And why'd we go and make it so strange
Coming round the corner fast
Just hoping for a open lane
The minutes are exploding glass
And the hours go on for days
It's the same old dysfunctional cast
Making all the tired mistakes
All of the best pretenders
Why, oh, why must we wait
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
Here comes the prodigal son
Burning the wake into day
The steel-scented hit and run
Coming out the barrel of your face
Who saves the best for last
And why we go and make it so strange
Coming round the corner fast
Just hoping for an open lane
All of the best pretenders
Why, oh, why must we wait
We don't need tomorrow
If all we can see is today
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
I'm forty five minutes too late (I'm forty five minutes too late)
I'm forty five minutes too early (I'm forty five minutes too early)
I'm forty five minutes too late (I'm forty five minutes too late)
I'm forty five minutes too early (I'm forty five minutes too early)
Who saves the best for last
And why we'd go and make it so strange