At night my heart is dreaming My soul begins to moan It's crying for its soulmate To Sit upon its throne Because when the wind outside is whistling and the oceans topped with foam I am marooned in an arid desert I cant make it on my own
Cold stone alone Were not meant to be alone.
In the wastelands of the city The rich are frozen to the bone Lost souls and broken children With hearts as heavy as a stone They want to be a family In a great big happy home They all hang out together But their really all alone
Cold stone alone Were not meant to be alone
Theres a whisper in the rafters There's a murmur and a groan This world it needs some changing God's calling on the phone All lonely people crying I can hear their soulful moan Because not one single person Can make it on their own.