When all those broken bruises start to show, and how you ever got so lost you'll never know. Staring out at the great Atlantic starts to hurt. You begin to realize what you’ve done to her. It’s gonna hurt. You have to live with the choice you made. I know it haunts you to the grave. But things don’t have to stay this way. You better hope it's not too late, too late to save your name. Picking up the phone has taken every ounce of humility you historically have buried down. It’s gonna hurt. You have to live with the choice you made. I know it haunts you to the grave. But things don’t have to stay this way. You better hope it's not too late, too late to save your name. You have to live with the choice you made. I know it haunts you to the grave. But things don’t have to stay this way. You better hope it's not too late, too late to save your name.