[Chorus: ]nIn the middle of the nightnComes a knockin' at my doornThere's a limousine outsidenAnd I know whom it's fornnAnd I heard it bein' readnAnd I heard it bein' saidnAw, that the comfort in your headnAnd I wonder if it doesn't create a sense of shamenn[Chorus: ]nnAnd you're leanin' on your wheel in your carnAs you walk to the top of the hillnAnd you hope the will in your mindnDoes not jump from the edge to the climbnWith a sense of shamennIt was the time before the lastnAnd you did not give upnAnd I threw you on the groundnAnd you did not get upnAnd I don't know whynAnd I don't know whynBut the tears in your eyesnIt made me want to crynBut with a sense of shamennIt was the time before the lastnWe did not make upnAnd I threw you on the groundnAnd you did not get upnAnd I don't know whynAnd I don't know whynSomething in your eyesnIt made me want to crynWith a sense of shamennYou meet me heather deepnI bury your heart on my knees, all the timenn[Chorus: ]