A man this lonely needs a woman like you A man this lonely A man this blue A man whose world's been torn in two Needs somebody With a heart that's true Two arms this empty Need someone to hold A man this lost needs somewhere to go

Whose world is this? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine (The world is yours, the world is yours) I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the