Lonesome Alone

Two arms to hold her
Two eyes to see
Two ears to listen
Her whispering to me

A ship in a bottle
Is that still a thing?
We all have hopes for
What new shores will bring

Ah, lonesome alone
Fingers tapping
Twiddling my thumb
Later, we'll go for a walk
Later, then we can talk

She hides from the sunlight
And curses the rain
Can't stand the cold
And the heat is a pain

She's white as a sheet
But sure sees things black
It's good I'm around
To tip the scales back

A cloud has been lifted
From her head to mine
Now I'm in the gutter
And she's feeling fine

Ah, lonesome alone
Thumbs be twiddling
Here on my own
Later, we'll go for a walk

Ah, lonesome alone
Ah, lonesome alone