stars hang in the sky, but I can't close my eyes for even a blink, all those wicked thoughts are in my dreams, and it seems that I can't say I've been a good man, at the grocery store today, I went and I lost my mind, screamin' at the top of my lungs, a grown man shoutin' at everyone, and it seems, that I can't say I've been a good man, I've got a white sheet on my back, pinned in place with a little tiny red hot tack, and it's a wonder I'm countin' sheep, when I spend my days acting so unrestly, and it seems that I can't say I've been a good man, and it seems that I can't say I've been a good man, no, 'cause I wasn't meant for the cities, I wasn't meant for buses and trains, so please forgive me if I'm acting strange, no more my darling, no more my darling, no more my darling, no more my darling, when the sun goes down, when the moon comes up, when the feelings right, even if you might come home tonight, no more my darling, no more my darling, no more my darling, no more my darling.