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...