one more time he says good-night

turns out the door and off the light

cursing low as if she didn't know

one more time he'd comfort her

as if a word could break through her

she's so quiet and he's sick of it



too long, too late this time

too far, too great in my mind



one more time a run-around

nothing meant by anyone

fine with them, such a quite din

says he wants to leave a while

she just sits and tries to smile

"that's ok, it was boring anyway"



too long, too late this time

too far, too great in my mind



says she needs a worshiper

someone who'll do anything at all for her

wishful thinker

he don't need this schizo bull

each one misses by so far

they don't see it come, but who ever does