Anything but lonely,
Anything but empty rooms.
What’s the sense when no one else is there?
Anything but lonely,
Anything but only me.
Quiet years in too much space:
That’s the thing that’s hard to face,
And …
You have a right to go,
But you should also know
That I won’t be alone for long.
Long days with nothing said
I’m sorry, but I’m not that strong.
Anything but lonely,
Anything but passing time.
Lonely’s what I’ll never be,
While there’s still some life in me,
And …
I’m still young, don’t forget,
So many hearts for me to thrill.
If you’re not here to say
How good I look each day,
I’ll have to find someone who will.
Anything but lonely,
Anything but empty rooms.
What’s the sense when no one else is there …?
What’s the sense when no one else is there …?