the night's never been good to me
Days aren't spent so happily
People seem to bring me down
It gets sick and tired of hanging round
The bells and whistles never seem
To polish up to all my dreams
The one I love, he let me go
The one I need, he doesn't know
But I feel it coming through
Well the hours stretch like
With a pot of gold waiting for me
Promises that this will come
Promises they come undone
And I know you cannot hear my call
Through all this plasticine and woe
Yeah, I know you cannot read my mind
To think that I'm the lucky card
But I feel it coming through
Well, I'm tired and I'm broken
I've tried and I've spoken
But some things can only end
And I know it hurts, more than it deserves
But I feel it coming through
I'll leave this town. you