Oh, Jonathan sits quiet
With a toothbrush in his hand
Contemplating suicide and how it all began
He wonders where he's going
He wonders where he's been
He decides to close the door again

One thousand reasons to walk away
One million reasons to stay
A comforting disturbance that will never go away

He loves the way she talks
He loves the way she cries
He loves her lips, he loves her eyes
But something tells him
He's not th eonly one
But he says nothing to spoil her fun

One thousand reasons to walk away
A million reasons to stay
A comforting disturbance that will never go away

Oh, one, two, three
No sympathy
For such a stupid clown
For Jonathan
Lying face down on the ground

He says, he says he knows you
And he knows you're not the same
He says, he says he knows you
But he can barely remember your name

Oh, one thousand reasons to walk away
One million reasons to stay
A comforting disturbance that will never go away

Oh, one thousand, oh, one thousand reasons
To walk away
A million reasons to stay
Oh, he'll never go away

Oh, one thousand reasons to walk away
A million reasons to stay
A comforting disturbance that will never go away

-- The Curtain Society, "Jonathan" (1989) --