She
She used to live near his brother
Now she's an unmarried mother
With another on the way
He's second rate
Twisted out of shape
It costs so much to look this rough
They go to town
They like to shop around
And look at all those things
All those things they never wanted anyway
She hates his hair
That stupid coat he wears
But sometimes second best
Is the best that you can get
Oh somebody told me;
The seconds turn to hours
And the hours turn into days
But still it feels like the morning
The first time leaves its trace
And then slides into second place
And still it feels like the morning
At night they try to fly
Hold on tight and close their eyes
And they make it through to the morning
In the morning it's raining
Oh Christ you're always complaining
Can't you think of something else?
It's nearly-nu
A bargain basement made for two
And if you blur your eyes you could be anywhere you want yourself to be
Oh yeah it's bad
I know you want to laugh
So laugh
But sometimes second best
Is all you're going to get
Oh yeah, oh somebody told me;
The seconds turn to hours
And the hours turn into days
But still it feels like the morning
The first time leaves its trace
And then slides into second place
And still it feels like the morning
At night they try to fly
Hold on tight and close their eyes
And they make it through to the morning
The seconds turn to hours
And the hours turn into days
But still it feels like the morning
The first time leaves its trace
And then slides into second place
And still it feels like the morning
At night they try to fly
Hold on tight and close their eyes
And they make it through to the morning
My god they're still alive;
They got it wrong but they still tried
And they made it through to the morning