LONESOME
(Words and music by Ed Bruce)
Did you ever say, "I'm lonesome,"
then stop and wonder really, what lonesome is?
Lonesome is a little boy
standing in a crowd
a telephone ringing
in an empty house
Lonesome is an autumn leaf
that first falls from its tree
Lonesome is me
Lonesome is a footstep
without a place to go
the summer's last robin
in winter's first snow
Lonesome is a little dog
lost out in the street
Lonesome is me
Lonesome is an empty bottle
a half-filled glass of wine
the sound the clock makes
when all you have is time
Lonesome is a heart that breaks
when love has turned to hate
the dying sun at the close of day
Lonesome is a jail of tears
that won't set me free
Lonesome is me
Lonesome is me
Lonesome is me
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