Lyrics

Well, it's late at night There's nobody around Just the sounds of the cars Upon the asphalt ground It's the waiting time When the hours grow still I gaze on through the glass Inside my windowsill Though I know that you must be Somewhere in this world In this place where, at birth You and I were both hurled To think that we once were relating Is a thing that has almost grown foreign to me It's a bad sight Such a terrible waste To spend your time talking In such bad taste It's the same old line Though it's not you I blame It's your teachers and television That you put to shame The night's lasting longer Because I've filled my head With the things I could have done And the words I could have said But, in truth, I was only spectating And that's a permanent part of reality So many rude lines So many petty crimes And you don't feel a need To apologize Tonight is the time That you stick in my mind But from now on I won't become Vandalized Now the room's started filling With the dawn's early light And the end has arrived Of this long night I turn off the television And I hit the bed While your shade is still haunting My ever-vulnerable head And there's no use In trying to compromise When the kindest things we say But it's time I should quit my complaining And behave with a little more dignity So many rude lines So many petty crimes And you don't feel a need To apologize Tonight is the time That you stick in my mind But from now on I won't become Vandalized Written by Bill Foreman