Lyrics

Enter our leading man through the sliding door
Uneasy introductions leave him staring at the floor
He's had a brief affair with loneliness
She hasn't got a care He'll have to guess

He's so unsure
Is she waiting for more
Quarter to four
He'll get no rest
Did he pass the test?

Are you judging this man
By his conquests or defeats
Can you base your decisions
On attempts or quick retreats
Are you judging this man
By his actions or his words
Is he ready to stop the indecision and try to get by

Evening has turned to dawn and he's still alone
Burning Norwegian Wood thinking this bird has flown
She didn't understand his nervousness
He couldn't say a word or else he'd confess

She's changed her tone
Passing judgement from her throne
Her voice an endless drone
She says in jest
That he looks depressed

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He wonders why
They're successful with their lies
And he's struggling every time
Why can't she tell
It's his own twisted hell