Lonely

Should we go out dancing with the loon?
My best friend in the whole wide room
The night is never long enough
The morning whispers, "All is not lost"
I hear you singing down the wire
And I fall open as a flower
You're the hope, you're what is left
When all has emptied and has fled

And I ask my Pa
"Say, what'll I be?"
I ask the question like I know the answer already

And I'm falling, falling, I can see
I don't know what is good for me
But lonely, lonely, lonely likes my company

Will you be nostalgia in the autumn?
Will you be the Hell I've known of Heaven?
Will you be the smile under my nose?
Will you be the naked I can't clothe?
Will you be the Welsh choir on the wind
All roaring and swearing at the ocean?
Will you be the ash of a well-tended fire?
Will you be the ambush of my desire?

I ask my Ma
"What'll I do?"
She said, "Shut your mouth if someone desires you"

And I'm falling, falling, I can see
I don't know what is good for me
But lonely, lonely, lonely likes my company
And who'd dare to love me? I'm a whore
I'm too exposed, honey, I'm rubbed raw
And all that makes it better is your touch

Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely, loves my touch