picture the place where
there are only pleasant things
truly no one Is lonely
and cold as here
Everyone has got
someone to lean on but me
Everybody has got
somebody to hold but me
Then I think of you
but alone again
I open the book and find me a place
I've never been
I'd rather off there than
go home without you
Everyone knows that
love isn't simple as a bee
Surely no one is born
to be lost indeed
Then I think of you
but I feel alone again
Why have all things come to this end
Why has our home turn to a cold place
picture the place where
there are only pleasant things
Surely no one is born
to be lost indeed
Then I think of you
think of you
think of you
alone again
think of you
feel alone again