from the end of the world in back on my feet again

how many times does this old heart have to break...

before all the kings men just walk away...

how many times must i look out the window...

to the fading light of day...

is it nobler of the mind...

to just walk away...

or listen to the needle skip on my favorite track today...

why would i rage at the dying of the light...

i have not been as other were...

but i have always been alone...