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