It’s Too Late

kingtoolateToday is Sunday, June 16, 2013.

The song “It’s Too Late” came out as a single in 1971, then on King’s 1971 Tapestry album.  The lyrics were written by Toni Stern, and the music composed by Carole King.  The song reached number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 and Adult Contemporary charts, and a Grammy Award for Record of the Year in 1972. It is also included on Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 greatest songs of all time. The song has been covered by a number of artists over the years.

Naturally, when it came out, I hadn’t had the requisite life experience to appreciate the lyrics, but I was singing the song from down deep inside right along with Carole after my divorce.

Here’s a link to the song.

It’s Too Late  (Music: Carole King, Lyrics: Toni Stern)

Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There’s something wrong here, there can be no denying
One of us is changing
Or maybe we just stopped trying

And it’s too late, baby, now it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died
And I can’t hide and I just can’t fake it It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy and I feel like a fool And it’s too late, baby, now it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died
And I can’t hide and I just can’t fake it

There’ll be good times again for me and you
But we just can’t stay together, don’t you feel it, too
Still I’m glad for what we had and how I once loved you

But it’s too late, baby, now it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can’t hide
And I just can’t fake it

It’s too late, baby.  It’s too late, now darlin’.  It’s too late.
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The first verse reminds me of how depressed I was when I realized that my marriage had already died, and that I needed to leave. Depression makes you lethargic, and any activity, even just getting up and taking a shower, is traumatic.  I remember I smoked too much, and let things fall wherever they dropped.  My  husband didn’t bother to come home some nights, and when he did, he complained about the mess.  But did he help me do any cleaning?  No, of course not.
I wasn’t convinced that both of us “really tried to make it.”  I know I did, but I’m not so sure he did, or anyway, that’s the way I saw it then.  He called me a few years later when I was living in a suburb of St. Paul, MN.  I didn’t know how he got my number, but he was obviously drunk, and he kept on calling, even though I told him not to.  That same night I called the phone company and had my number changed and unlisted.  Until I was sure the number change had gone through, I simply didn’t pick up the phone, grateful for the voicemail feature.   If I’d been feeling a bit more secure in myself, I might have been able to be kinder to him, but I wasn’t. I simply wanted to get one message through to him: It’s too late.  :-/
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