In a little while from now, If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself and visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered,
Left standing in the lurch at a church where people saying
'My God that's tough, she's stood him up,
No point in us remaining. We may as well go home'
As I did on my own; Alone Again, naturally.
To think that only yesterday, I was cheerful bright and gay;
Looking forward to, well who wouldn't do the role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down, reality came around;
And without so much, as a mere touch, cut me into little pieces:
Leaving me to doubt talk about God in his mercy,
Who if he really does exist why did he desert me
In my hour of need? I truly am indeed
Alone Again, naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world
that can't be mended, left unattendedWhat do we do?
What can we do?
Now looking back over the years, and whatever else that appears;
I remember I cried, when my father died, Never wishing to hide the tears:
And at sixty-five years old, my mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man she had ever loved had been taken:
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me no words were ever spoken:
And when she passed away I cried and cried all day;
Alone Again, naturally.
Alone Again, naturally.
