They'll be so lonely, they could die You still can find some room For broken-hearted lovers To cry there in the gloom Well, they're so lonely Well, since my baby left me Well, I found a new place to dwell Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street At

That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful It

And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you

Oh. All I could do, all I could do was cry. All I could do was cry. I was losing the man that I loved, I heard church bells ringing, I heard a choir singing. I saw my love walk down the aisle. On her finger, he placed a ring, oh, oh. I saw them holding

We're 'bout to play here The crying game I could've given everything Don't wanna let the tears begin Where did you go? Couldn't see I was too busy Could've just said no Where would you go? I think I know

And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect Then we could make it work but I doubt it And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about

Could you keep your head up? Many moons will lighten the way And sure this night will follow a day And everything you once loved remains Sometimes the tears we cry Are more than any heart can take We hurt, just keep it inside Small wonder that it starts

That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Everybody fightin' about a spoonful

So why then, are you crying? Who denied them And no amount of tears Could roll back all the years Bring back all your dreams from yesterday Once your dreams Come knocking at your door It's time to realize

I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and