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



CHourus:

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



Chourus



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?



Chourus