what's done is done

what if i make some big mistake and it's too late to say i'm sorry
i didn't mean to hurt anyone
i spoke too soon
tried to tell you all that i felt all at one time like an honest fool

your arms were crossed
your fingers locked onto the edges of the table
what else is there to think or say
you got so quiet
as if i was trying to make a joke at your expense
at cruel and tragic times

there will be time you spend deciding
if what i do fits what you're used to
but what's done is done
what's done is done