Jam - Toad The Wet Sprocket

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

If anyone 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

Thats 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…