Lonley man

Lonely man, lonely room
Lonely house, lonely view
Racing back from seventy to two

Angst ridden books and magazines
Never takes amphetamines
Subconscious thoughts are telling you to choose

Why must this come to an end?
Time imprisoned all your friends
Even optimistics can't pretend

Lonely beds, lonely blues
Lonely hearts, carry you
Far away from the panics and distress
The nights are filled with images
Of sunny days you often missed
And precious times well spent as the oppressed

Strumming chords so quietly
Late night kicks in misery
Sometimes things aren't what they appear to be