When you walked out I went huntin'
And I tracked down the depths of my despair
There in my plight I did find it one night
As if when you left you left it there
But nothings more lonely than writing a song
A white page you deal with both night and dawn
Try to keep away the words that do not belong
There's nothing more lonely than writing a song
Were we really there in nineteen eighty-five?
Most days I'm surprised that I'm still alive
To me this all feels just like a dream
Happiness eludes me more often it seems
But nothings more lonely than writing a song
A white page you deal with both night and dawn
Both night and dawn
Try to keep away the words that do not belong
There's nothing more lonely than writing a song
The money it's come the money it's gone
From emptiness you can't run away
Should I stay here or should I move on
You know every dog has his day
But nothings more lonely than writing a song
But writing a song
The money its come the money its gone
From emptiness you can't run away
Should I stay here or should I move on
You know every dog has his day
But writing a song