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 They all tell me that I'm not alone I'm just lonely Not used to being on my own I wake up Scattered and still drunk I read Jack Vance Don't see myself getting up Turning the pages on a dying Sunday Using imagination that it Won't feel like this one day I go to the movies on my own I watch John Carpenter's The Thing And I just catch the train home They all tell me that I'm not alone That I'm just lonely, yeah What the hell would they know? Would they know?