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