Thirteen on High (WHY?)

I've seen my shadow make the grass not grow In a strange approximation of my sorrow So I know I'm framed in pain to see But here the maid does come before I show and after I go And she has not seen me No she has not seen me Cause I am obliterated Get close and be frustrated I am obliterated by The end of the night (Whoa-oh) The end of the night (Whoa-oh) The end of the night (Whoa-oh) The end of the night The bay awakes to the whispers of dawn Take the cigarette slow and watch them go By the rise of the sun they'll all be gone And they have not seen me No they have not seen me Cause I am obliterated Get close and be frustrated I am obliterated by The end of the night (Whoa-oh) The end of the night (Whoa-oh) The end of the night (Whoa-oh) The end of the night