it's a shame my binoculars
don't work at night

it's a shame, it's a shame my binoculars
don't work at night
it's a crime, it's a crime, it's a crime
i can't see you all the time
there's no way, there's no way, there's no way
i can wait another day
i'll be fine, i'll be fine, i'll be fine
if i can get you off my mind

i'm staring at the business end
of a shotgun sticking through my steering wheel
there's no-one passing in my rear view mirror
and i'm reaching for the bag that holds my final meal
your window's open but the lights aren't on
and i'm wondering if you're gonna call
will you find me in the morning on your way to school
or will you never even notice me at all

it's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
it's a crying shame
it's a crime, it's a crime, it's a crime
it's a fucking crime
there's no way, there's no way, there's no way
there's no fucking way
i'll be fine, i'll be fine, i'll be fine
i'll be just fine
it's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
it's a crying shame

end.

it's a shame my binoculars don't work at night ©2001 by frank caravella