Got a rhythm bandnWe were rocking like you could not understandnAnd the club was getting so out of handnThey went home, you went homenAfter a round of applausenFor no other reason than just becausenI can't explain it I just know that she wasnNot impressed in the leastnnAnd I sing all my songs into microphonesnAnd I do what I do not out of any love for younAnd the blood in my veins remains bluenBefore and afer it passes through my heartnIt makes me feel like cryingnTo think to think that maybe you're just as empty as I amnMaybe you're just as empty as I amnMaybe you're just as empty as I amnMaybe you're just as empty as I amnnAll this time spent apartnIs playing tricks upon my mind and my heartnI feel it creeping up the back of my throatnMy stomach's in knots and it hurtsnIf I'm alone on the earthnIt stands to reason that I'll just make it worsenI swear to god that I have not heard you cursenUnless you were quoting somebody elsennBut you can't sing a songnTo a telephonenSo I call as I see 'emnIn the clubs and not the coliseumnAnd I do what I donWith the sole hope of impressing younBut the blood in my veins remains bluenBefore and afer it passes through my heartnIt makes me feel like dyingnTo think to think that maybe you're not as lonely as I amnMaybe you're not as lonely as I amnMaybe you're not as lonely as I amnMaybe you're not as lonely as I amnMaybe you're not as lonely as I amnMaybe you're not as lonely as I amnnn