A lonely man staggers from a pub He finds himself at the feet of an angle A church statue He knows it's wrong, it's crazy Be he allows himself to fall in love As a gardian she keeps him from committing the ultimate sin And so he tells her all All, while the smells of a new morning abound (tart) As the sun comes up on a better day He comes to in a cemetery He dusts off the dirt as best he can and starts his walk home Lonelier, and with regret