Lonely man, lonely room Lonely house, lonely view Racing back from seventy to two Angst ridden books and magazines Never takes amphetamines Subconscious thoughts are telling you to choose Why must this come to an end? Time imprisoned all your friends Even optimistics can't pretend Lonely beds, lonely blues Lonely hearts, carry you Far away from the panics and distress The nights are filled with images Of sunny days you often missed And precious times well spent as the oppressed Strumming chords so quietly Late night kicks in misery Sometimes things aren't what they appear to be Lonely man