Stars hang in the sky,
But I can't close my eyes for even a blink
All those wicked thoughts are in my dreams
And it seems that I can't say i've been a good man
At the grocery store today,
I went and I lost my mind
Screamin' at the top of my lungs,
A grown man shoutin' at everyone
And it seems, that I can't say i've been a good man
I've got a white sheet on my back,
Pinned in place with a little tiny red hot tack
And it's a wonder i'm countin' sheep,
When I spend my days acting so unrestly
And it seems that I can't say i've been a good man
And it seems that I can't say i've been a good man
And it seems that I can't say i've been a good man
And it seems that I can't say i've been a good man
No, 'cause I wasn't meant for the cities,
I wasn't meant for the buses and trains
So please forgive me if i'm acting strange
Buh buh buh buh, buh buh buh buh
Buh buh buh buh buh, buh buh buh buh
Buh buh buh buh, buh buh buh buh
No more my darling, no more my darling
No more my darling, no more my darling
When the sun goes down,
When the moon comes up
When the feelings right,
Even if you might come home tonight
No more my darling, no more my darling
No more my darling, no more my darling.
