Jam — текст песни (Toad The Wet Sprocket)

One more time he says good-night

Turns out the door and off the light

Cursing low as if she didnt know

One more time hed comfort her

As if a word could break through her

Shes so quiet and hes 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 wholl do anything at all for her

Wishful thinker

He dont need this schizo bull

Each one misses by so far

They dont see it come, but who ever does...