Oh, Oh, Tragedy It's like when it's two o'clock on a Sunday morning and totally without warning you realize you're out of beer -- you know that fear? yeah and all the bars are closed and the stores can't sell til noon aw man, don't that turn your heart into a prune? And everybody's been singing in tune and you've been feeling so plumlicious, then it all turns meretricious. A tragedy. A true tragedy. Like having only one glove. Or like love. Yeah, love's like that when your love's not around. and you're feeling like Ophelia drowned like that feeling of mourning when you're out of beer at two o'clock on a Sunday morning. And you know you got to wait til noon. Love is like that, like being marooned. Mike Geary Memphis