Two songs that I'm feeling. Don't worry, no towers in Missoula :)
Alone Again, NaturallyIn a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"
"She stood him up"
"No point in us remaining"
"We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little piecesLeaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
Paper Dream
I take some paper on my hand,
And with a pencil draw a man
The dream of what I'd really, really like to be.
A man with courage in his brow,
Who's licked his doubts and fears somehow,
A warrior of great nobility.
But who am I?
Just a wandering kid.
A cipher on the wall, not even brave at all!
And where's my dream like his that I would fight for?
And where's my cause like his that I would die for?
And in his eyes he's not a afraid
Because you see he's got it made
The dream of what I'd really, really like to be.
A brave and noble, fiery youth.
Who's not afraid to die for truth.
Who's tall and straight, but best of all he's free!
But who am I?
Such a fool as I am.
A cipher on the wall, not even brave at all!
And where's my dream like his that I would fight for?
And where's my cause like his that I would die for?
But still the paper's in my hand
And every day I sketch that man
Who knows the truth and what life's all about!
My conscience says I should be him
I guess I could at least begin
But chances are I'd probably strike out...
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