I, who was lost and lonely, believing life was only A bitter tragic joke I've found with you Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams Quiet walks by quiet streams

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Once I was seven years old Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely Once I was twenty years old, my story got told Once I was twenty years old Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold Or will I have a lot of children who can

I cried a river over you Cry me a river Well, you can cry me a river Now you say you're lonely You cried the whole night through Now you say you're sorry For being so untrue You drove me Nearly drove me out off my head

Left us wonderin' what it all was about And my paradigm shifted, man you're making me shout Hey, from here from out Friends are gonna be hard to come by He had it easy, man he chose the hard way Walk that old, lonely road in the shadow of a doubt A

It's getting louder Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me But I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When

Ah, why won't they talk to me? (I thought I was happy) Out of the zone I guess I'll go home Try to be sane Try to pretend None of it happened Lonely old me Whoops-a-daisy I thought I was happy

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

I love to make her cry I still make her cry Love to make you cry But I still make her cry So I may be lonely Without you in my head All I ever wanted Was to be a different man But I still Make her cry