These days nobody looks, nobody cries and nobody smiles
Nobody laughs and shakes their head inside
Most days are pretty long, and pretty long is not what you want
You want compassion and what comes along
Is this, with her hair done up like a ghost
And you act like you forgot all those times you were close
This lamp isn't enough to light my way deep into the rough
Maybe my tee shot was a little off
My sweetheart is a book written in German on the way to Japan
I wish you could but nobody can
Take her away from under my bed
And there's an alarm going off in my head