I hid out on the front porch I laid up in my mind I looked for me a love The best one I could find He got himself a ticket On an international flight
Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame
The smell of burnt exhaust Drifts into the *BART* It’s midnight in California It’s high noon where you are Motorcycles and booze Dirty old perfume
Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame
I tried to go to sleep In my haunted little room The shadows are churning In the passage of the moon It’d break my heart to tell you I couldn’t come so soon
Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh, it’s nothing But a goddamn shame
Tell me one more time Why you went away It makes a little sense In the light of day When evening comes around All my senses fly away
It’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame