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.