In a little while from now. If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself. And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top. To throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who-ever what it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch. At a church with people saying
"My God, that's tough, she stood him up. No point in us remaining
We may as well go home". As I did on my own. Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday. I was cheerful bright and gay
Looking forward who wouldn't do? The role I was about to play
And as if to knock me down. Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch. Threw me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt. Talk about God in his mercy
Who if He really does exist. Why did He desert me
In my hour of need. I truly am indeed. Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world
Than can be mended. Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
Looking back over the years. And whatever else appears
I remember I cried when my father died. Never wishing to hide my tears
And at sixty-five years old. My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man. She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start. With a heart so badly broken. Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken. When she passed away I cried and cried all day
Alone again naturally. Alone again naturally