I hid out on the front porch

I laid up in my mind

I looked for me a love

The best one I could find

He got himself a ticket

On an international flight



Oh it's nothing

But a goddamn shame

Is what it is

Oh it's nothing

But a goddamn shame



The smell of burnt exhaust

Drifts into the *BART*

It's midnight in California

It's high noon where you are

Motorcycles and booze

Dirty old perfume



Oh it's nothing

But a goddamn shame

Is what it is

Oh it's nothing

But a goddamn shame



I tried to go to sleep

In my haunted little room

The shadows are churning

In the passage of the moon

It'd break my heart to tell you

I couldn't come so soon



Oh it's nothing

But a goddamn shame

Is what it is

Oh, it's nothing

But a goddamn shame



Tell me one more time

Why you went away

It makes a little sense

In the light of day

When evening comes around

All my senses fly away



It's nothing

But a goddamn shame

Is what it is

Oh it's nothing

But a goddamn shame