Lonely are the days, When I'm caged at home
Deprived of the sweet scent of summer mountain rain
Lonely are the days, When I'm deprived of dancing to
The strums of spanish guitar with a beautiful partner

Lonely are the days when my legs can't climb a mountain or
My hands can't paddle through the ocean with salt in my hair
Lonely is the life who's little joys had been taken away and
Instead got 24/7 fear **** of a news cycle with talking idiots