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