O’ Roy

You held me all night long, my little shivering hands
You were a butterfly but as steely as a Southern man
You didn't stop the bleed but said it's okay
To need a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day

Oh Roy, I heard about the boys, say it isn't true
I heard in Birmingham they flew right over you
And I've come from the future with a guardrail and a suture
To tell you you'll get through, I'm one of the lonely too
One of the lonely too, I'm one of the lonely too

You took me to the opera
I liked the music, I liked the smell
You said I'd never really know you very well
But you were just not right, 'cause I turned on the light
And beautiful, beautiful, beautiful was the fight
Beautiful was the fight
The fight
The fight

Oh Roy, I heard about the boys, say it isn't true
I heard in Birmingham they flew right over you
And I've come from the future with a guardrail and a suture
To tell you you'll get through, I'm one of the lonely too

(I am one of the lonely)
(I am one of the lonely)
(I am one of the lonely too)
Oh Roy
(I am one of the lonely)
(I am one of the lonely)
Oh Roy
(I am one of the lonely too)
I'm one of the lonely too