Jam Songtext
von Toad the Wet Sprocket

One more time she says goodnight
Slammed the door off the light
Cussing low
As if she didn′t know
One more time he'd comfort her
As if a word could break through her
She′s so quiet
He's so sick of her

Too long, too late for sound
Too far, too gray in my mind


The child of the runaround
There's nothing meant by anyone
To follow her now
Such a quiet town
He says he wants to leave a while
She just sits and tries to smile
That′s okay
He′s going anyway

Too long, too late for sound
Too far, too gray in my mind

She says she needs a worshipper
Someone who'll do anything at all for her
She′ll think of
The killing when the skin's all pulled
He′s promised to buy so often
Don't see it come
But whoever does

Too long, too late for sound
Too far, too gray in my mind
Too long, too late for sound
Too far, too gray in my mind