Sheila Won't be Coming Home

There's a daisy chain of headlights on the road
 They shimmer in the rain
 And somewhere in amongst them she's alone
 She's driving off again
 I remember her on ferries; in galleries and bars
 Eating maraschino cherries in the seats of open cars
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 ...tonight
 You never have to ask her how she feels
 She's always so direct
 "I never made you promises" she says
 "So what did you expect?"
 Then going through our closet
 I came on our old love
 It was hiding there in boxes
 Of fading photographs
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 ...tonight
 Tell me a story with a happy ending please
 Lie if you have to but give me some release
 Oh my uncle trims the hedges
 While the townspeople gossip in the street
 And the local impresario is hiding
 While the bankers take the heat
 And the women tell each other
 About hiccups in their lives
 Sometimes life is like a lover
 Who never quite arrives
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 ...tonight
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 Sheila won't be coming home
 ...tonight
 Tonight... Tonight...