The shadows are churning
Oh, its nothing
Its midnight in California
Its nothing
Is what it is
Itd break my heart to tell you, I couldnt come so soon
The smell of burnt exhaust
Is what it is
The best one I could find
He got himself a ticket on an international flight
Is what it is
But a goddamn shame
But a goddamn shame
In the passage of the moon
Its high noon where you are
Oh, its nothing
But a goddamn shame
In my haunted little room
Drifts into the bar
Tell me one more time
But a goddamn shame
When evening comes around all my senses fly away
Is what it is
Why you went away
In the light of day
But a goddamn shame
Oh, its nothing
Oh, its nothing
But a goddamn shame
I looked for me a love
It makes a little sense
Oh, its nothing
But a goddamn shame
Oh, its nothing
Oh, its nothing
Motorcycles and booze, dirty old perfume
I tried to go to sleep
