Quarter To Three

Whenever light shines down on misery
 It can only make things worse
 On the day we met she burned so bright
 I was lucky as a gypsy curse
 Well she was blushing like a wedding day
 With her eyes so sharp and black
 And her gentle little smile
 Was the color of blood
 And she's never ever coming back
 Now let me tell you:
 I've been up since a quarter to three
 And I've been pacing back and forth
 Through the hall
 I've been thinking 'bout the first time
 She took my hand
 And I don't understand it at all
 Whatever hopes I once kept safe and sound
 In a locker underneath my bed
 Whatever thoughts I once kept to myself
 Are drowneded out and dead
 Because she sounded like a symphony
 When she simply said my name
 And the long blue days
 That once were hers
 Are long now just the same
 In the hallway hangs a photograph
 On her hand, a diamond ring
 She mailed it with a little note
 She nailed it to the edge of my wing
 I have burned out every sympathy
 And the house is still and black
 But now I've seen my misery
 And she's never ever coming back