Road To Memphis
Goodbye gal, I'm on my way to Memphis.
I'm headin' down that lonesome road again.
Sometimes all this travelin' seems so senseless
And I think about the type of fool I've been.
Then I recall all the things that lie ahead,
The stars and bars and good ol' country soul.
And it's really not the money, though it keeps me fed.
It's all the kids who come to rock and roll.
Well, if your brother Billy's home
Tell him to bring his saxophone.
The sun's gonna shine in Tennessee tonight.
'Cause Johnny B. Goode's comin'
And there's gonna be some strummin'.
We're gonna play some rock and roll tonight.
I suppose you're wonderin' why I left you this way.
Well, there's no use thinkin' about what might have been.
I just felt that it was time to make my getaway
And I won't be passin' by this way again.
All my buddies, they'll be countin' on me
To be there when they walk upon the stage.
And though you were a part of my life story
To me girl, you were just another page.
But if your brother Billy's home
Tell him to bring his saxophone.
The sun's gonna shine in Tennessee tonight.
'Cause Johnny B. Goode's comin'
And there's gonna be some strummin'.
We're gonna play some rock and roll tonight.
Another night, another show, another town.
Try to understand it's just my style.
I don't know if I'll ever stop and settle down
But if I do, it won't be for a while.
Please understand when you wake up and find me gone
That I really didn't mean to make you cry.
Music is my life. It keeps me movin' on.
When the sun comes up, it's time to say goodbye.
But if your brother Billy's home
Tell him to bring his saxophone.
The sun's gonna shine in Tennessee tonight.
'Cause Johnny B. Goode's comin'
And there's gonna be some strummin'.
We're gonna play some rock and roll tonight.
And I know we're gonna have a real good time tonight!
Ooh, I should have stayed away
But I just wasn't able.
I wandered down the street
Back to that same old table.
From the very first time that I walked in
Somehow I knew that I'd be back again.
Though I don't even know your name
I'm in love with you just the same.
Maybe some people wouldn't call it love.
I don't know a better word to use.
I've tried so hard to understand it.
I spent the night writing this song for you.
I fell in love with you at the foot of the stage
Of an Irish pub on Bourbon street.
I couldn't believe how you played guitar
And the way you sang knocked me off my feet.
With every note you played your eyes shone with confidence.
I wondered what it would be like to know you.
You sang painful songs of love and broken hearts.
I had to leave by the side street door.
And I don't even know your name
And you didn't see me at all.
I was just a face in a faceless crowd.
Everything was so dark and loud.
The bright lights were in your eyes.
They blinded you, and somehow they blinded me too.
A pretty face can make you think all kinds of things,
Can make you wonder what the hell you're doing.
I've got a wife I love and a family.
I've got plenty of friends, but sometimes I feel so lonely.
But I don't even know your name
And I'll never see you again.
Sometimes passion's just a fleeting moment.
It makes me want to reach out and hold it.
I probably wouldn't know your face tomorrow,
So I wrote this song to always remind me of you.
Maybe someday you'll hear it on the radio.
You'll look me up, and give me a call.
With hesitation I'll admit that you're the one,
Just before I tell you goodbye.
Because I don't even know your name
And it never could be the same.
"One day back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled
out there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off.
A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol.
I only saw her for one second. She didn't see me at all.
But I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl."
Mr. Bernstein from "Citizen Kane"
I had a bedroom in the basement
Back in 1974,
A stereo beside a cluttered desk,
A stack of records on the floor.
I sat and listened to sad stories,
The Beatles "Long And Winding Road".
I was thinking how I'd lost you.
I felt that my heart might explode.
But then the moon peeked through my window.
It sent a bluish sort of light.
It was inviting me to join him.
It was a blue moon sort of night.
I grabbed my coat, walked out the back door
Down the alley to the street.
A bat was hunting near a streetlight.
The only sound was my own feet.
The sidewalks recognized my footsteps.
I'd walked them many times before.
A train was crying in the distance.
I knew who he was crying for.
I really had no place to go to
So I just took a walk downtown.
The stores were closed. The streets were empty.
A patrolman looked at me and frowned.
I walked through neighborhoods in darkness.
What else was there for me to do?
The moon looked down but he said nothing.
Of course my thoughts returned to you.
You'd often told me that you loved me
But I wasn't sure you were the one.
I had so many years ahead of me
And I was going to have some fun.
But then somebody stole your heart away
And it was me who was left alone.
It was then that I knew how it feels
To be like a rolling stone.
I wandered on, almost unconscious.
The one thing on my mind was you.
If I could never be with you again
Then what on earth was I to do?
Somehow I ended up at your house.
Your dog barked at me from your door.
But I couldn't bear to face you.
I turned around and walked some more.
How could I knock upon that door again
And tell you how I really feel?
The pain and guilt that tore my heart apart
I knew my eyes could not conceal.
And so I walked on through the darkness
Without a clue where I might go.
The moon was my only companion
And he was neither friend nor foe.
I found I'd wandered to the graveyard.
I'd always known I'd end up there.
If not that night, well then some other,
And at that moment I didn't care.
But once in a blue moon something happens
And that something changes your life.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it.
I wanted you to be my wife.
And so I walked out of the graveyard
Not knowing when I would return.
I still had many miles ahead of me.
I still had lessons left to learn.
I ended up back in my bedroom
And everything turned out all right.
I don't recall now how I got there.
It was a blue moon sort of night.
There's a cowboy who knows
In them hills there is gold
And he's riding the trail west to Deadwood.
When he gets there he knows
If the saloon doors are closed
With his gun he can get what he came for.
Ooh - ooh,
And he's riding the trail west to Deadwood.
There's a man at the bar.
On his face is a scar.
But he knows sometimes looks can be deceiving.
In the jail at Fort Crook
There's a drunk man who sings.
Sometimes he wonders if he can believe him.
Ooh, it makes him wonder.
Ooh, it makes him wonder.
There's a feeling he gets
When he looks to the west
And his spirit is crying for vengeance.
In his dreams he has seen
Two dead men in the street
And the faces of those who stood looking.
Ooh, it makes him wonder.
Ooh, it really makes him wonder.
He had always been told
When he was not very old
That a law man would bring men to justice.
So he looked very far
For a man with a star
But the bar room had echoed with laughter.
Oh ...
If something's gnawing at his conscience
He doesn't flinch, no.
Those dead men were his older brothers.
He could still turn around and go back
But in the long run
He knows that he must face his destiny.
And it makes him wonder.
Oh.
Your head is spinning and it won't go.
You'd like to turn back.
You'd rather be back in that bar room.
Poor cowboy, can't you feel the wind blow?
The birds above know
Your trail west leads you through the badlands.
Oh.
And as we struggle for each breath
And sometimes catch a glimpse of death
There rides that cowboy we all know.
His cards are dealt but they don't show.
He rides for justice, not for gold.
If you and I could be so bold.
At last the secret shall be told:
That death will one day find us all,
So live your life, and heed your call.
And he's riding the trail west to Deadwood.
They say that Paris ran off with Helen of Troy.
Agamemnon didn't like it and he was a good ol' boy.
He and his clan decided to show Paris what for
So they started up that old Trojan war.
Young Lucie Manette married Charles Darnay
But they found a letter in the Bastille one day.
That put Sydney Carton's love to the test.
He didn't do what he wanted but what he thought was best.
And what made him give up his life then
Instead of awaiting his turn?
He did it all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
Yes, it was all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
Romeo fell in love with sweet Juliet
But his folks didn't like her. She was a Capulet.
So he climbed in her window and he whispered in her ear,
"Come away with me darlin'. What are we doin' here?"
Clyde Barrow was a man and he had him a gun.
He met Bonnie Parker and away they did run.
They made a little love and they had a little spree.
Their infamous deaths went down in history.
And why were their lives held so cheaply?
And what made their tortured hearts burn?
Blame it all on the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
Yes, it was all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
I met the love of my life when I was very young.
Her name still lingers on the tip of my tongue.
She gave me her love and I gave her my heart
To have and to hold until death do us part.
I offered to carry the heaviest load
As we skipped merrily down the yellow brick road.
I gave up a fortune and accepted the pain
I ate a thousand fortune cookies just to obtain.
And what made me give up my chances
For a glory that I had to earn?
I did it all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
Yes, it was all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
Now, a lot of men have lived and a lot of men have died.
Some of them told the truth and some of them lied.
There's been a lot of babies born, a lot of mothers who cried.
Since the beginning of time, a lot of lovers who sighed.
Some who's love was accepted, some who's love was denied.
They yearned and they burned but they were not satisfied.
No matter what they did, no matter how hard they tried
Only one thing was certain, one motive always applied:
They did it all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
Yes, it was all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
A man can live for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
We do it all for the love of a woman
And the promise of love in return.
MJ Noone
Driving West
When I got home tonight the house was empty.
My wife had gone out with a "friend".
The prodigal son was also gone.
I guess he was out playin' with his friends too.
That's right folks, I was all alone for a change,
Just like I've always been and probably always will be.
I decided that I should use my time wisely.
I packed some suitcases and loaded my car.
I didn't waste any time writin' no note.
I didn't have anything I wanted to say anyway.
I left my phone but took some of my favorite CD's.
I only wanted to hear the voices of friends.
I stopped at the bank and then the gas station,
Then found that highway headin' outta town.
You know, I felt like I was Lester Burnham
When he made his great escape from life.
They never understood what he was doing.
How could they understand when they're not him?
But I understand, I'm just like Lester,
And now it's finally my turn to escape.
So I'm driving west, following the sun,
Getting away from a life that isn't mine.
You might say that I am running away.
But I'm not runnin' - I'm drivin' - drivin' really fast.
Drivin' in a brand new car
That I paid for with my very own borrowed money.
I'm kinda wonderin' now who's gonna pay for it all.
But I'm not worried. I don't worry 'bout nothin' no more.
You just might call that irresponsible.
But listen mister, I've been responsible for all of my life
And I found out that it's not all it's cracked up to be.
I've been trapped for years in a job that I hate
Doin' the same damned thing every rotten day.
And all of that just to support my family,
A family that don't care nothin' for me,
Don't even know who I really am.
They never knew nothin' about my dreams.
They never even suspected that I had any.
I think they think that I'm some sort of loser.
Well, maybe they're right, maybe.
But if it's true, then it was them that made me this way
And I'm feeling like a winner today
Because I'm driving west
And I ain't never gonna go back. Never!
I think I'll drive on out to Colorado.
I've always loved the mountains in the spring.
I'll take a little hike on up to Lake Louise.
I went there once, in better times
And I always wanted to go back there again.
It'll sure be nice to see all of the beautiful flowers.
But I'll be alone this time, not like before.
Nothing's ever like it was before.
When I'm done I'll drive on down to Vegas.
Do a little gamblin' - take a chance on love
Or whatever it is they call it there.
I'll find a woman who knows just how to please a man
And I'll see if I can remember how it feels.
Just one more time, to feel like I'm a man again,
Then I'll go to my room and drink myself to death.
"I'm leaving Las Vegas. I'm leaving for good."
Or perhaps I should drive over and see the canyon
Just like in the movie. Just like in "Grand Canyon".
And maybe I'll drive my car right over the edge
Just like good ol' Thelma and Louise.
There's only one thing though,
One thing that's always bothered me about that.
I wonder how they get the cars out of the canyon.
(I wouldn't want to be a litterbug.)
I mean, it's such a deep deep hole and all.
How does one get out of such a deep deep hole?
I suppose I could go out to California.
I've been out there a couple of times before.
I've seen LA and Hollywood and the San Fran airport,
But there's nothing really there that calls my name.
I don't think there's anyone I know in California.
No, I don't think there's anybody really there.
I guess that I could drive on down to Phoenix.
I've got a friend there that I haven't seen for a while.
But I don't think he'd understand what I am feeling
And I'd probably just misunderstand his feelings too.
I suppose I could keep driving even farther.
I've got another friend down Tuscon way.
I've always wanted to play poker with her
And just maybe she'd give me a place to stay.
Though she probably wouldn't understand me either.
But then again, she might. She just might.
You know what? Vegas is startin' to sound pretty good.
Yeah, it's soundin' mighty good to me 'bout now.
I guess I always have been a sucker for love.
Love on my terms that is - love on my own terms.
I will drink a toast to love on my own terms,
The only terms that anyone ever knows.
Ah, but what about driving out to see the canyon?
They say that it is beautiful down there.
And I sure been wantin' to go and see the bottom.
Oh well, I'm on the road and I'm driving west.
I guess I really don't have a clue 'bout where I'm goin'
But I suppose that I'll find out when I get there.
Oh, to Hell with it!
I've gone almost fifty miles now,
Farther than I've ever gone before.
Do you suppose I could get back
Before my wife gets home?
She'll really be pissed if I'm not there
When she walks through the door.
"You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps,
clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out.
We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other,
and for all of it we never budge an inch."
Norman Bates
Well, he went to work every morning.
He was a prisoner of his fate.
But he didn't really want to be there
So he often went in late.
He had once enjoyed what he was doing
And his life was not such a chore,
But then the idiots took over the world
And nothing made sense anymore.
So he just sat there in his cubicle
Day after day after day,
And he felt that his life was wasted
And he wished that he could get away.
And he dreamed up ways of escaping
But something always made him stay.
He couldn't do what he wanted.
He was the man who wanted too much.
Yes, he was the man who wanted too much.
He wanted to see, to feel, and to touch.
And he could never be happy.
He was the man who wanted too much.
He wished he could've been a rock star.
That was all he'd ever wanted to be.
To travel the world making music.
There were so many places to see.
And he wanted his own flock of groupies
Who would follow him wherever he'd go
And tell him that he was wonderful
And be good to him after the show.
But he had a wife and a family
And he knew he had a job to do,
And every other song reminded him
That he had promised to be true.
So he went to work every morning
And every song that he wrote was blue.
He couldn't be what he wanted.
He was the man who wanted too much.
Yes, he was the man who wanted too much.
He wanted to see, to feel, and to touch.
And he could never be happy.
He was the man who wanted too much.
No, he could never be happy.
He was the man who wanted too much.
He was married to a beautiful woman
And he brought her flowers and such,
And she was very happy to get them
And she loved him very much.
He had always been a man of passion
And his heart was filled with desire,
And though she'd always really loved him
She didn't always feel the fire.
So he dreamed of finding someone
Who would love him like he loved her.
Though he knew he could never betray her
He sometimes wasn't so sure.
He had always tried to do the right thing
But his heart was never too pure.
He couldn't have what he wanted.
He was the man who wanted too much.
Yes, he was the man who wanted too much.
He wanted to see, to feel, and to touch.
And he could never be happy.
He was the man who wanted too much.
No, he could never be happy.
He was the man who wanted too much.
No, he could never be happy.
He was the man who wanted too much.
Are people unhappy because they cannot have what they want,
or because they want what they cannot have?
(Wrestling With Thanatos)
To be or not to be, that is the question...
There is an alternative to this cruel world,
There's one simple way to be free.
The mirth and the madness into which we were hurled.
Freedom is calling to me.
An escape from the suffering that comes with each day.
It calls my name so tenderly.
One sure way to cast all our troubles away.
It calls my name.
There's only one way to be free.
Freedom is calling.
There's only one way for me.
Tenderly calling.
There's only one way to be free.
Freedom is calling.
But I'm not ready for that yet.
There's an alternative to birthdays and going to work,
There's one simple way to be free.
An alternative to traffic jams and dealing with jerks.
Freedom is calling to me.
An end to the drudgery that fills up our lives.
It calls my name so tenderly.
No more waiting patiently for our ship to arrive.
It calls my name.
There's only one way to be free.
Freedom is calling.
There's only one way for me.
Tenderly calling.
There's only one way to be free.
Freedom is...
But I'm not quite ready for that yet.
There is an alternative to this dreary life,
There's one simple way to be free.
An escape from the sorrow, the stress and the strife.
Freedom is calling to me.
An end to the agony that tears us like knives.
It calls my name so desperately.
No more frustrating jobs, problem children, cheating wives.
It calls... It calls my name.
There's only one way to be free.
Freedom is calling.
There's only one way for me.
Desperately calling.
There's only one way to be free.
Freedom...
No, I'm not ready for that yet!
Through all the frustration and disappointment
I persevere and strive to cope.
Freedom is calling.
For I know that to choose this freedom
Means that I must lose all hope.
Desperately calling.
This world is filled with pain and sorrow,
But joy and pleasure are present as well.
Freedom is...
And so we know we must forfeit Heaven
If we choose to flee from Hell.
Freedom?
There's only one way to be free.
But I'm not ready for that yet.
A day will come when I'll be free.
That day will come soon enough for me.
Soon enough the reaper will call my name.
Soon enough the end of another game.
Princes and paupers have come and gone.
Their bones the dust we tread upon.
Each day I struggle to go on.
I'll join them in their rest anon.
(The Girl With The Auburn Hair)
I'll try to remember the way it was then.
She was less than a lover but more than a friend.
I first saw her name up on the bathroom wall.
I was feelin' kinda lonely so I gave her a call.
The sign on the wall said "For a good time"
And listed her number as "Angel 69".
I didn't know what to expect. I just took a dare.
I guess I was thinkin' I wasn't gettin' my share.
You probably don't approve. Well, why should I care?
I'm in love with the girl with the auburn hair.
I'm in love with the girl with the auburn hair.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
Welcome to my mid-life crisis.
Welcome to my rant and rave.
You better come a-runnin' if you're lookin' to save me
'Cause there ain't that much left here to save.
I've never felt so much rebellion.
I've never felt so much angst.
I know I've got to take this one shot at Heaven
'Cause I'll never get a second chance.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel makes a living.
She's got no time for love.
She's never smelled the roses.
She don't see the stars above.
She knows that she's a good time,
The kind of girl that boys adore.
They tell her she's an angel
And they use her like a whore.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
She said that she'd meet me at the five and dime
And told me to get ready for a real good time.
I remember the moment she walked through that door.
My eyes popped out and my jaw hit the floor.
She did everything I wanted. She fulfilled my desire.
My body was in Heaven. My heart was on fire.
I told her I loved her. "Could I see you again?"
She winked as if to say "It's just a question of when."
When she was gone I sat and cried in my chair.
I'm in love with the girl with the auburn hair.
I'm in love with the girl with the auburn hair.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
Welcome to my true confessions.
Welcome to my sordid life.
You'd probably think even less of me
If you knew I've got two kids and a wife.
You might think that I am an animal.
My wife says I'm a sex machine.
But whatever label you pin on me
I know I'm just a human being.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel's got a boyfriend.
She don't know what to do.
She needs love like everyone else
But how can she tell when it's true.
She knows he only wants her body.
She can take him to the great beyond.
But he loves the girl with the auburn hair
And Angel's just a dirty blonde.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
I spent all day searching for an opening line
To try to impress that little angel of mine.
I couldn't hardly wait to see her again.
I wanted a lover and I needed a friend.
I sure was surprised when my angel called to say:
She was terribly sorry. She couldn't come out to play.
And not tomorrow either. I said "That's okay."
I knew she meant never and I cried for a day.
I didn't really love her so why should I care?
I'm in love with the girl with the auburn hair.
I'm in love with the girl with the auburn hair.
And the girl with the auburn hair:
She's so perfect. She's so fair.
But she does something to my pride.
She makes me feel so inadequate inside.
Do you know how it feels to have
Your deepest desires repeatedly denied?
Have you ever been a lonely man
With the one that you want lying right by your side?
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
Welcome to my little fable,
My story that's so often true.
It's so easy to sit there in judgement
And so hard to find the right thing to do.
We glorify love as the ultimate
And we treat it like a sacred dance.
But when we can't meet our needs, satisfy our desires,
Love doesn't stand a chance.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel's got a boyfriend.
She's on the street again.
Angel's got a boyfriend.
She's on the street again.
Angel's got a boyfriend.
She's on the street again.
Angel's got a boyfriend.
She's on the street again.
Angel 69
Angel 69
Angel 69
It's Friday night and I'm all alone.
I'm sittin' in my favorite haunt.
The band gets started on their first set.
The waitress asks me what I want.
Just then I look over and I see this girl.
She's sittin' there in the corner.
She's wearin' a light blue top.
She's showin' lots of cleavage.
She knows she's lookin' mighty nice.
And then - just then
I know what it is I really want.
She's got eyes the color of Heaven
And I wanna hear the angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
Angels sing. Angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
She's got eyes the color of Heaven
And I wanna hear the angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
It's after midnight and I'm still here.
I don't got nothin' better to do.
The band is really rockin' now.
Playin' "I Just Want To Make Love To You".
Just then I look and I see that girl again.
She's out there on the dance floor.
She's dancin' with another girl.
They start dancin' close together.
I don't know why they do that.
But I know - I know
Just what it is I really want.
I bet those lips taste just like Heaven
And I wanna hear the angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
Angels sing. Angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
She's got lips that taste like Heaven
And I wanna hear the angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
It's gettin' closer to closin' time.
I think I've had enough to drink.
The band starts playin' "Dirty Deeds".
It's gettin' harder and harder to think.
I look around and I see that girl again.
She's back out on the dance floor.
She's dancin' with a guy this time.
I don't know just who this guy is.
I just know that he's not me.
And I know. I know!
I guess that I'll just have a Coke.
I bet those legs reach up to Heaven
And I wanna hear the angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
Angels sing. Angels sing.
I wanna hear the angels sing.
Her legs go all the way to Heaven
And I wanna hear the angels sing.
Her legs go all the way to Heaven
And I wanna hear the angels sing.
I just wanna hear the angel sing!
Everything around me's turning black
Ever since I had my heart attack.
Everything inside of me has died
And no one sees the tears that I have cried.
No, no one knows just why I've been so blue
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Yeah, ever since the day that I lost you
My world is turning black and I'm so blue.
There's really nothing left for me to do
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Folks assume our marriage is the best.
So many years, it's surely passed the test.
They'd never guess you'd found another man.
That's something that they'd never understand.
They don't know the pain you've put me through
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Yeah, ever since the day that I lost you
My world is turning black and I'm so blue.
There's really nothing left for me to do
Ever since the day that I lost you.
The prospects of my life are looking grim
But you're okay as long as you're with him.
It seems you're always gone or on the phone
While me, I sit here crying all alone.
But you don't see. You haven't got a clue.
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Yeah, ever since the day that I lost you
My world is turning black and I'm so blue.
There's really nothing left for me to do
Ever since the day that I lost you.
The ceiling's closing in around my head
Since you and all my friends left me for dead.
But I just lie here quiet as a mouse.
I've become a ghost in my own house.
There's nothing in this world for me to do
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Yeah, ever since the day that I lost you
My world is turning black and I'm so blue.
There's really nothing left for me to do
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Yeah, ever since the day. Ever since that day.
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Ever since the day that I lost you.
Well, he sits all alone at a cheap Chinese buffet.
He's got no one to talk to but he's got something to say.
His friends wonder why he always seems to go off alone.
He just keeps to himself. He likes to be on his own.
He's always been a lone wolf who couldn't quite fit in with the pack.
But he had once felt alive. Now he wants that feeling back.
He fears he's invisible and that no one can really hear his voice.
He's a loner by circumstance and certainly not by choice.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
I see your smile's turned upside-down.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
You don't need to feel so down.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
There are people who love you all around.
People who love you are all around.
Don't you know?
Somebody loves you.
Don't you know?
Somebody cares.
Don't you know?
Somebody loves you.
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
It's the middle of the night and he's up wandering around.
He's remembering the good times but that only makes him feel down.
Those good times are gone and he just tries to forget
With a bottle of booze and some girls with no names on the net.
In an upstairs room there's someone who can't get to sleep.
Their bed is too empty and she's sure she heard someone weep.
She doesn't understand the things that go through his head,
But she knows that she loves him and wishes he'd come back to bed.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
I see your smile's turned upside-down.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
You don't need to feel so down.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
There are people who love you all around.
People who love you are all around.
Don't you know?
Somebody loves you.
Don't you know?
Somebody cares.
Don't you know?
Somebody loves you.
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
With tears in his eyes he's writing a note to his wife.
In his hand is a pen. In his other hand he holds a knife.
No one would suspect that he'd try to take his own life,
But then they never knew how he handled the stress and the strife.
Though he's filled with despair he's not one to do something rash.
He puts away the knife and buries the note in the trash.
Longing for sleep he crawls back in bed where it's warm.
With a sigh of relief she rolls over and lies in his arms.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
I see your smile's turned upside-down.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
You don't need to feel so down.
Hey there, Mr. Lonely.
There are people who love you all around.
People who love you are all around.
Don't you know?
Somebody loves you.
Don't you know?
Somebody cares.
Don't you know?
Somebody loves you.
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
You don't have to be alone.
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
You don't have to be alone.
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
You don't have to be alone.
Sometimes loneliness is a choice.
You don't have to be alone.
They said we looked good together
So many years ago.
We thought it would last forever,
But what did we know?
We never expected the changes
That come with the years,
The way that time rearranges
Our hopes and our fears.
So many things I thought I wanted
I just couldn't find,
And I felt the best part of me
I had to leave behind.
I wanted to find someone
Who looked just like you,
But finding another lover
Was much easier for you.
I wanted to find someone.
I wanted to be free.
'Til you found somebody else
And forgot about me.
Now you've found somebody else.
But what about me?
Yeah, you've found somebody else.
What about me?
God came down and tapped my shoulder.
'Twas just the other day.
He said "You'd better look behind you.
That's all I've got to say."
But memories can be so cruel,
They tear at your heart.
They make it seem so impossible
To make a new start.
I called up the house the other night.
No one answered the phone.
And I knew if I tried to find you
You wouldn't be alone.
I've wanted so badly to find
That girl I once knew,
But finding another lover
Was too easy for you.
I wanted to find someone,
The right one for me.
But you found somebody else
And you set me free.
Now you've found somebody else.
But what about me?
Yeah, you've found somebody else.
What about me?
Yeah, you've found somebody else.
What about me?
Yeah, you've found somebody else.
What about me?
The Last Time
I don't remember the last time
I played in the park,
I felt like a child,
my pleasure was stark.
I don't remember the last time
my heart leapt in the dark,
but I didn't know it was the last time.
I don't know the last time
that I'll see your face,
walk by your side,
or feel your embrace.
I don't know the last time
that I'll win the race,
but I don't think I'll know it's the last time.
How can I know when the last time has come?
So many last times have come and gone.
I lie and wonder until the dawn,
grieving for the last time.

