In me you see a man alone
Held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees
With sentimental ease

In me you see a man alone
Behind the wall he's learned to call his home
A man who still goes walking in the rain
Expecting love again.

A man not lonely
Except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn

In me you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Only other people's dreams.

A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn

In me you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Just other people's dreams.

I woke up this morning with out a face.
I've fooled myself again,
I've sold myself again.
Another wasted day counting shades of gray,
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace.
A casual line.
A sip of wine to sympathize,
While you're laughing.
But on the inside,
I've lost the insight that just might be the truth...

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch...
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days,
Who could stand veins with friends like these?

I pick my teeth out of the mud,
And sink the sun, what have you done?
I cut the bandages,
Remove the oxygen,
Hey man what's with that stupid grin?
But I cut and bleed myself along,
A man alone can do no wrong...
Another wasted day counting shades of gray,
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace...

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch...
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days,
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch...
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days,
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
(taste of sunshine...devil on my time)

No sympathy for the devil
God gave him wings, God gave him wings...
No sympathy for the devil
God gave him wings, God gave him wings...

These hands; they've made for you...
(No sympathy for the devil)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings)
Your wings that stick to you.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips,
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips,
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips,
It hurts too much to wait for this...

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch...
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days,
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch...
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days,
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
(taste of sunshine...devil on my time......a man alone)