Did you ever say I'm lonesome And stop to wonder really what lonesome is Lonesome is a little boy standing in a crowd A telephone ringing in an empty house Lonesome is an autumn leave that first falls from its tree Lonesome is a footstep with out of place to go Or summer is last robin in winter's first snow Lonesome is a little dog lost out in the street Lonesome is an empty bottle, a half filled glass of wine The sound that a clock makes when all you have is time Lonesome is a heart that breaks when love has turned to hate The dying sun at the close of day Lonesome is a jail of tears that won't set me free