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You sit in your room, and you talk to the wall |
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You're feeling small but still have a ball |
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And you can't explain what's anyway in vain |
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And you paint your face and dress in black |
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Wear your shades and still can't express |
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The way you feel about a lousy fill |
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And you dance until the morning |
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All by yourself |
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And somehow you know |
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You're not alone |
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And you dance until the morning |
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All by yourself |
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And somehow you know |
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You're not alone |
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You're playing pool against yourself |
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And you look at your watch |
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At a quarter to twelve |
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And you still didn't win against yourself |
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You think it's time to quit the game |
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Maybe change your name and search for fame |
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And you still have a ball and you don't care after all |
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And they catch you hiding in a love affair |
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And you know again |
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You're not alone |
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And they catch you hiding in a love affair |
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And you know again |
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You're not alone |
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God ain't jive and I can feel his love |
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Run through the strings of my guitar |
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Just watch out and see what it's all about |
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And still I stand my foot in my hand |
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Talking to my wall and still don't care at all |
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Just having a ball |
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And heavy after all |
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I've borrowed your time I'm sorry I called |
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Forget what I've said |
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But remember |
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You're not alone |
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I've borrowed your time I'm sorry I called |
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Forget what I've said |
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But remember |
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You're not alone |