Jam

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
 Shes 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
 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 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...