Toad The Wet Sprocket

One more time he says good-night
Turns out the door and off the light
Cursing low as if she didnt know
One more time hed comfort her
As if a word could break through her
Shes so quiet and hes sick of it
Too long, too late this time
Too far, too great in my mind
One more time a run-around
Nothing meant by anyone
Fine with them, such a quite din