Jolie Holland

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