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 hopes I once kept to myself

Are drownded 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