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 so sick of it
Just arpeggiate these chords as you wish
Too long Too late this time
Too far Too great in my mind
One more time a runaround
Nothing meant by anyone--fine with them
Such a quiet din
Says he wants to leave a while
She just sits and tries to smile--that's okay
It was boring anyway
Too long Too late this time
Too far Too great in my mind
Says she need a worshipper
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?