It won't be long, we'll meet again Numb, we're broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you The face of love You've never left me The rising sun Will always speak your name Your memory is never passing

Once you're there You can't come back Nothing lives Nothing grows Inside the dead meadow All alone at last Years roll by so fast Twisted and insane The house you built

She's a diamond on a landmine Better watch your step Alone at last, I can't wait 'till we're alone at last All I wanted was a second chance, second chance To hold you in my arms at last Forever, forever I'll walk a thousand miles Just to tell her, to

True love, true love Love forever, true Duet with kiki dee Written by cole porter Available on the album duets Suntanned, windblown Honeymooners at last alone Feeling far above par

Tell me that it's all okay (tell me that it's all okay) I've been waitin' on this all damn day (waitin' on this all damn day) Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went I'll put you out of your misery I'm here, but don't count on me to stay That

Last night all alone in a barroom For temptation was flowing like wine. And I was almost persuaded to strip myself of my pride. Almost persuaded to push my conscience aside. The reflection of my wedding band. And I was almost persuaded to let strange

When the night comes down In the last rays of the setting sun And the past days, that's where our memories run And all of those times Still race through my mind I'm shattered inside to find And I'm here all alone And there's no place to go

I'm in love, Got the feeling called the "blue hoo's," since my sweetie said "Good Bye" Seems I don't know what to "Do Hoo" All day long I sit and cry That last long day we spent alone I'm yearning for it yet She thrilled me, filled me, with a kind of

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no no no I'm a rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up there alone She packed my bags last night, pre-flight

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack