WHEN IT'S DONE (Gabe Zander/BMI) 2001

(moderate honky tonk beat)

    C                                 Am
She called me from the college in the city,
    F                                       G
And told me "I just thought that you should know,
     C                                 Am
That you and I, we should've been more careful,
     F                 G                  C
That one time you were here three months ago.
        C                                 Am
And I'm sorry, but you know, I'm just not ready,
   F                                   G
To settle down right now; I'm much too young,
   C                                  Am
So if you could come down this coming weekend,
      F                 G                C
We'll both feel so much better when it's done."

So I went down to meet her, like I'd promised;
Not much was said between us along the ride.
We pulled up to a friendly-looking building,
With a not-so-friendly crowd on either side.
Well, the one crowd was begging us to reconsider;
The other flipped 'em off, and cheered us on.
Someone from the cheering crowd yelled, "Go get 'em, sister,
'Cause you know you'll feel so much better when it's done."

(chorus):
             Am        F               C
But put your politics aside; you'll realize this is real life,
             C                                   G
And not some article in the Daily News you might draw your opinion from.
         Am               F                  C              
Wax your rhetoric all you want, but let me resolve that I've done wrong,
              C                                  G               C
'Cause now, I find each day I beg for the day to come, when it's done.
       C                                  G               C
Now, I find each day I beg for the day to come, when it's done.

For weeks she cried and cried and begged forgiveness
From me, her mom, her dad, and from someone,
That many so-called friends tried to convince us
Was never seen, and therefore, never was.
In class, she found she couldn't pay attention,
And ended up dropping out then, anyway,
And me? Though I'd never cared much for religion,
I soon found my hands were folded everyday.

We went our separate ways about three months later;
The last I heard, she works for Helping Hand.
God bless her soul is all that I can wish her;
To Hell with those who told me she'd be damned.
But as for me sometimes I still wake up crying,
Haunted by the ghost of a nameless one,
And hoping I can make up for it somehow,
Someday, when it's over, when it's done.

(chorus)