An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
Lonely I'm Mr.lonely,
I have nobody,
For my owwnnn
I'm so lonely,
I'm Mr.Lonely
I have nobody,
For my owwnnn
I'm so lonely,
I am lying alone with my head on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you're hurt too
but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
Look at the red, red changes in the sky
Look at the separation in the borderline
(Don't look here inside)
But don't look at everything here inside
(Here inside)
And be afraid, afraid to speak your mind
