Seconds

Seconds

She,She,
she used to live by his brother.she used to live near his brother.
Now she's a single momNow she's an unmarried Mother
with another on the way.with another on the way.
He's second rate,He's second rate,
twisted out of shape.twisted out of shape.
It costs so much to look this rough.It costs so much to look this rough.
They go to town,They go to town,
they like to shop aroundthey like to shop around
and check out all those things.and look at all those things.
All those things they never wanted anyway.All those things they never wanted anyway.
She hates his hair,She hates his hair,
that stupid coat he wearsthat stupid coat he wears
but sometimes second bestbut sometimes second best
is the best you can get.is the best that you can get.

Oh somebody told me;Oh somebody told me;
the seconds turn to hoursthe seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into daysand the hours turn into days
but still it feels like morning.but still it feels like the morning.
The first time leaves its markThe first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second placeand then slides into second place
and still it feels like morning.and still it feels like the morning.
At night they try to fly,At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyeshold on tight and close their eyes
and they make it through to morning.and they make it through to the morning.

In the morning it's raining.In the morning it's raining.
Oh damn, you're always complaining,Oh christ you're always complaining,
couldn't you think of something else?can't you think of something else?
It's nearly-nu,It's nearly-nu,
a bargain basement made for twoa bargain basement made for two
and if you squint your eyes you could be anywhere you want to be.and if you blur your eyes you could be anywhere you want yourself to be.
Oh yeah it's bad,Oh yeah it's bad,
I know you want to laugh,I know you want to laugh,
so laugh.so laugh.
But sometimes second bestBut sometimes second best
is all you're gonna get.is all you're gonna get.

Oh yeah, oh somebody told me;Oh yeah, oh somebody told me;
the seconds turn to hoursthe seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into daysand the hours turn into days
but still it feels like morning.but still it feels like the morning.
The first time leaves its markThe first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second placeand then slides into second place
and still it feels like morning.and still it feels like the morning.
At night they try to fly,At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyeshold on tight and close their eyes
and they make it through to morning.and they make it through to the morning.
the seconds turn to hoursthe seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into daysand the hours turn into days
but still it feels like morning.but still it feels like the morning.
The first time leaves its markThe first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second placeand then slides into second place
and still it feels like morning.and still it feels like the morning.
At night they try to fly,At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyeshold on tight and close their eyes
and they make it through to morning.and they make it through to the morning.
My god they're still alive;My god they're still alive;
they got it wrong but they still triedthey got it wrong but they still tried
and they made it through to morning.and they made it through to the morning.