There's a daisy chain of headlights on the road
They shimmer in the rain
And somewhere in amongst them she's alone
She's driving off again
I remember her on ferries; in galleries and bars
Eating maraschino cherries in the seats of open cars
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
...tonight
You never have to ask her how she feels
She's always so direct
"I never made you promises" she says
"So what did you expect?"
Then going through our closet
I came on our old love
It was hiding there in boxes
Of fading photographs
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
...tonight
Tell me a story with a happy ending please
Lie if you have to but give me some release
Oh my uncle trims the hedges
While the townspeople gossip in the street
And the local impresario is hiding
While the bankers take the heat
And the women tell each other
About hiccups in their lives
Sometimes life is like a lover
Who never quite arrives
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
...tonight
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
Sheila won't be coming home
...tonight
Tonight... Tonight...
