Diplomat's Son
It’s not right but it’s now or neverAnd if I wait could I ever forgive myself?
On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptideWith the light from the TVs buzzing in the house
Cuz I’m gonna cut it where I canAnd then I’m gonna duck out behind themIf I ever had a chance it’s now thenBut I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruelWhen all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomat’s sonIt was ‘81
Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchenI could sleep wherever I lay my head
And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtubLet me know that I shouldn’t give up just yet
Cuz I’m gonna take it from SimonAnd then I’m gonna duck out behind themIf I ever had a chance it’s now thenBut I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruelWhen all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomat’s sonIt was ‘81
I know, you’ll sayI’m not doing it rightBut this is how I want it
I can’t go backTo how I felt before—
That night I smoked a jointWith my best friendWe found ourselves in bedWhen I woke up he was gone
He was the diplomat’s sonIt was ‘81
Looking out at the ice-cold water all around meI can’t feel any traces of that other place
In the dark when the wind comes racing off the riverThere’s a car all black with diplomatic plates