"ON BEING ALONE"

IT'S A LONESOME OLD WORLD, WHEN YOUR OUT THERE ALONE.
SOMETIMES YOU FEEL LIKE, NOT GOING HOME.
THERE'S NOTHING TO DO, AND THERE'S NO ONE THERE,
NO SPECIAL SOMEONE, TO TELL YOU THEY CARE.

NO ONE UNDERSTANDS TILL IT HAPPENS TO THEM
AND IT EFFECTS US ALL, WOMEN AND MEN.
ALONE IN A CROWD? IT'S EASY TO BE.
COUPLES TOGETHER, AND NO ONE FOR ME.

JUST A DANCE OR TWO, A LITTLE ATTENTION.
BUT NO ONE THINKS, AND YOU CAN'T MENTION, YOUR FEELINGS.
HOW LITTLE THEY MEAN WHEN YOUR LEFT
ALL ALONE ON LIFE'S BUSY SCENE

GIVE ME A CALL, ASK ME TO DINNER.
BECAUSE I'M ALONE, DOES THAT MAKE ME A SINNER?
IF YOU GO TO THE CLUB OR EVEN THE BEACH,
GIVE ME A CALL, I'M EASY TO REACH.

YOU LADIES WITH HUSBANDS, AND YOU MEN WITH WIVES,
TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER, ENJOY BOTH YOUR LIVES.
NOTHING'S FOREVER, AND WHEN TIME HAS FLOWN.
IT'S A LONESOME OLD WORLD, WHEN YOUR OUT THERE ALONE.

© Marie Lancaster 1988

Picture by Graphic Gifts

Midi Never My Love
Artist Unknown

Page by William J. Moore
December 4, 2002

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