Quarter To Three - Bishop Allen

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