The Lonely Life

What if I did not love you?

Where would that leave me?

Would I wander through the avenues

Under a pall of misery?

Would I be face down in the gutter?

With a cheap whiskey on my breath

The lonely life of a writer

And whose words could not pay its debts

Sayin', please, don’t, please don’t pass me by

I am alive, oh can’t you see?

That I’ve been blinded completely

Please don’t, please don’t pass me by

I am alive, oh can’t you see?

That I am pleading for your mercy

What if we became strangers?

Would you notice my face in a crowd?

And could you hear the sorrow in my voice?

Helplessly crying your name out loud

Would I be searching for the savior?

Burning, burning with regret

The lonely life of a writer

With one last desperate quest

Sayin please don’t, please don’t pass me by

I am alive, oh can’t you see?

That I’ve been blinded completely

Please don’t, please don’t pass me by

I am alive, oh can’t you see?

That I am pleading for your mercy

I’ve been on the lam

Being hunted something fierce

They say time and tide it waits for no man

But I was just hoping

These storm-filled skies were cleared

Please don’t, please don’t pass me by

Please don’t, please don’t pass me by

Please don’t, please don’t pass me by

I am alive, oh can’t you see?

That I am pleading for your mercy