Comes a tale Lonely Not the ghosts stranded in the rain outside And I'm hiding buried under your letters They heavy as lead These words these words I read So then I lonesome lonesone alone Oh for lack of a better word Said they love you but they don't mean it Cut Now the world got cold I used to think about you all the time Whether or not you would be mine It huts to see you getting by Ooh without me you're doing fine So then I Lonesome