Loneliness is a bitter draught
It comes in waves, filling me with dread
It hits me hard, when it ought not.

How do I get this feeling out of my head?
When day after day I come home to an empty bed
Empty like the dark sky under city lights
No stars in my bed to make me feel right

So again I am the supplicant
Beating my fists at fate
Why does love seem to hate--
Me?

Me--no we--no he and I
Just my lonely self standing at the door
Waving goodbye.