The Alan Parsons Project

When you were standing in the
rain I gave you shelter
When I was knocking on you door
you gave me none
Well I don't make that kind of deal
with anybody
And I won't be that kind of fool
for anyone
How do you feel when the tables
have been turned?
What will you do now that the bridges
have been burned?
Cause it's
Too late now the magic's lost
Too late now the spell is broken
Too late now to count the cost
Of words that should remain
unspoken