Alone Again

I picture the place where there are only pleasant things

Truly no one is lonely and cold as here

Everyone has got someone to lean on but me

Everybody has got somebody to hold but me

Then I think of you but I feel alone again

I open the book and find me a place I’ve never been

I’d rather off there than go home without you

Everyone knows that love isn’t simple as a bee

Surely no one is born to be lost indeed

Then I think of you but I feel alone again

“Why have all things come to this end”

Why has our home turn to a cold place

I picture the place where there are only pleasant things

Surely no one is born to be lost indeed

Then I think of you but I feel alone again