In a little while from now%D
If I'm not feeling any less sour%D
I promise myself to treat myself%D
And visit a nearby tower%D
And climbing to the top will throw myself off%D
In an effort to make it clear to who%D
Ever what it's like when you're shattered%D
Left standing in the lurch at a church%D
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough%D
She's stood him up"%D
No point in us remaining%D
We may as well go home%D
As I did on my own%D
Alone again, naturally%D
To think that only yesterday%D
I was cheerful, bright and gay%D
Looking forward to well wouldn't do%D
The role I was about to play%D
But as if to knock me down%D
Reality came around%D
And without so much, as a mere touch%D
Cut me into little pieces%D
Leaving me to doubt%D
Talk about God and His mercy%D
Or if He really does exist%D
Why did He desert me in my hour of need%D
I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally%D
It seems to me that there are more hearts%D
broken in the world that can't be mended%D
Left unattended%D
What do we do? What do we do?%D
Alone again, naturally%D
Now looking back over the years%D
And whatever else that appears%D
I remember I cried when my father died%D
Never wishing to hide the tears%D
And at sixty-five years old%D
My mother, God rest her soul,%D
Couldn't understand why the only man%D
She had ever loved had been taken%D
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken%D
Despite encouragement from me%D
No words were ever spoken%D
And when she passed away%D
I cried and cried all day%D
Alone again, naturally%D
Alone again, naturally%D