I'm not in touch with
My emotions
I am a little kid
Going through the motions
I read a lot of
Old science fiction
And talk to no one
With great conviction
I go to the movies
On my own
I watch '2001: A Space Odyssey'
Come home, get stoned
And they all tell me
That I'm not alone
That I'm just lonely
Not used to being on my own
I wake up
I'm scattered and still drunk
I read Jack Vance
Don't see myself getting up
Turning the pages
On a dying Sunday
Use your imagination that it
Won't feel like this one day
And I go to the movies
On my own
I watch John Carpenter's 'The Thing'
And I just catch a train home
But they all tell me
That I'm not alone
I'm just lonely
Yeah, what the hell would they know?
Would they know?