Pale

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...

Be who you are
If it fits in the system
Say what you will
But you might die if they listen
They think in the politics of gasoline and torture

Please only talk to me in the dark

Write what you will
If you write in a prison
Sing how you feel
But you die if they listen
They think in the politics
Of rosaries and chains

And it's hard to tell the right for the wrong
When the right is protecting the wrong

Be who you are
But not where there are people
Reality is taught
Right and wrong, there is no middle
We think in politics
Of money and ourselves

Solitaire, such a fateful game
She turns her cards and writes her name on the napkin
Mow she turns another card
She dreams about the house and romance
He promised but won't deliver

She waits alone
With dried out hopes
And dormant phone
She waits for years
And fantasies melt
New ones appear
But they won't help

And again she catches him
Eye pulls away with light too dim
She calls his name and runs around
But he was faster
All alone in a bad part of town

She waits again
With dried out hopes
And things made for him
A little ride, a little fun was all
He held her tight, got tired and then let go

The strain on her heart
She believed a lying blackheart
Painted with promises
Then he left her on the floor
With only the mirror to curse
"should've known better"
But how she cried...

I've come here a thousand times, some things never change
"yes i will, anything you say"
I've quit this a million times, can't quite stay away
Just one more time...i'll be ok
But i'm so damn tired

When i come back down
Though i'm crazy to
Anything you want from me i'll do

"hey joe, could you spare a buck
I could use some food"
What a laugh, one more fool
Two hours and it's back again, lapping at my heels
Stop yelling..i'll get through
But i'm so damn tired

I've come here a thousand time
Some things never change
Lay me down...take me away
God, i'm so damn tired

Corporal brown was tall, boy!
And likes to go and fish
Corporal's wife was quite fat
And was raving like a bitch
And i'm a bit drunk as i watch
They are yelling loud, he throws a punch
Oh lord, what am i gonna do?
Corporal brown was quite scared
When he looked down at her
Corporal's wife was quite dead
So he carried her and took her outside
Dug a grave and placed her inside
I was amazed
Oh lord, what am i gonna do?

Something rushes over me
And i find myself standing here
Lift my eyes up to the sky
And offer a silent prayer

Sometime all the shouting stops
And the restlessness loses hold
And i cry out to everything
That nothing is alone

If the winter won't turn me
Then the summer can't burn me
And the rain will never
Fall upon a restless soul
Nothing is alone