Paroles: Robert Forster. Loneliness.

A sad bar overlit
I've come to praise not dismiss
Loneliness
Waiting for the axe to fall
Acting like I've seen it all
can you think of shelter
can you have a place that's warm

Walk tall walk out
Leave me here but not without
Loneliness
Waiting for your boyfriend to call
Hoping that he'll perish in the fall
Thought I'd cut my losses
Hoping that the days are small
Can you lean and tell her
Around here was the place I was born

Same sex as me
She's the same sex as me
Loneliness
I wound myself in a ball
Hoping to feel nothing at all
Can you think of shelter
Can you have a place that's warm
Can you lean and tell her
Around here was the place I was born
And later that year
My hair turned the colour of corn