Cold lips that were warm
Can grow cool
Listen to the wisdom of a fool

When you take her poor heart
And you do something to it
And you think to yourself
Why did I do it
You may find that the
World can be cruel
Listen to the wisdom of a fool

Now I had a love
Just the same as you
And I was a fool
Not to see

But you still have time to say
Your love her
I'm afraid it's too late for me

So, go back to the arms
That you know will be waiting
Hold her close in your arms
And be glad that she's waiting