It’s not right But it’s now or never
And if I wait Could I ever forgive myself?

On a night When the moon glows yellow in the riptide
With the light From the TV’s buzzing in the house

Cuz I’m gonna cut it where I can
And then I’m gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it’s now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you

HE WAS A DIPLOMAT’S SON
IT WAS ‘81

Dressed in white With my car keys hidden in the kitchen
I could sleep Wherever I lay my head

And the sight Of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub
Let me know That I shouldn’t give up just yet

Cuz I’m gonna take it from Simon
And then I’m gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it’s now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you

HE WAS a DIPLOMAT’S SON
IT WAS ‘81

I know, you’ll say
I’m not doing it right
But this is how I want it

I can’t go back
To how I felt before
There’s—

That night I smoked a joint
With my best friend
We found ourselves in bed
When I woke up He was gone

HE WAS THE DIPLOMAT’S SON
IT WAS ‘81

Looking out At the ice-cold water all around me
I can’t feel any traces of that other place

In the dark When the wind comes racing off the river
There’s a car All black with diplomatic plates