Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still Hard, not to sit on your hands

We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be I’ll take my time Happier than me No point in dreaming if you’re alone

How much difference does it make? How much difference? I will light the match this morning so I won't be alone Watch as she lies silent For soon light will be gone Oh I will stand arms outstretched pretend I'm free to roam Oh I will make my way through

Without a love of my own Without a dream in my heart And then there suddenly appeared before me And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone Blue moon, you saw me standin' alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

We are too far gone Of all these yesterdays I feel the rage And it burns the pages We were, never meant to make it this far Life feels like it's all in vain Practicing for death alone I'm covered fast In the falling ashes

People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down

Castaway-going at it alone Castaway-now I'm on my own I'm on a mission Into destination unknown An expedition Onto desolation road (where I'm a...) Lost and found, trouble bound,

Oh, oh, oh, ohh Are you on the other side? Will you save us? Or will you run away? Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh Say my prayers but I lost faith a long time ago Dream nightmares I guess we're getting used to losing hope I don't even wanna know why you don't

Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The shades go down Alone, listless Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violence Center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child tries to