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 TVs 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—

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