He fills the room like champange
Into an empty glass
As they slither to him like snakes
Through the grass
His stance is quiet with grace
Before they throw him into the rat race
And he turns to me to say
I'm a lonely boy
Even with the life, I asked for
Chorus:
Lonely boy, why don't you see
You're exactally the same as me
You could be the most beautiful thing
That I ever did see
With your head pointing down
And your friends leaving town
He sung like an angel
that had stepped deep inside
While I payed my guitar
and scried and cried
And the nails that we jam into our hearts
Are essential and needed for the part
And he turns to me to say
I'm a lot lke you
Does that mean, boy,
I'll be lonely too
Chorus
Days are passing like November rain
Constantly falling
But nothing here remains
And he turns to me to say,
I'm a ot like you
Does that mean, boy,
I'll be lonely too
You're home getting high everyday
Don't you think it's strange?
