I walk the streets alone, memories turn out wrong God, Looking for some answers, to all my questions, Now fools don’t care about the blues, So I’m told but I don’t know, if I drink too much, It helps me forget my loneliness.
I’m just a lonely man, crying to be just a lonely man, So long, so long, I’ve been lonely so long.
I always seem to lose and get refused, must face the truth, I need somebody I can talk to and trust, I’m waiting, waiting, For someone to come and make it right, I don’t want sympathy, And I’m so tired of myself you see.
Wish I could find some love, and affection, direction, Not many chances have ever come my way, Tell me is there a secret, to happiness that stops distress? Why do things always change? Why can’t anything stay the same?