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