Lone, I feel so alonenNothing to hold-on-to, nothing to hold onnGone, I feel so alonenGone for money and you’re gone for lovenYou won’t be longnnCause I’ll be therennSent home, you got nowhere to gonBetter give me a garden, give me something to sewnYou won’t be alonennCause I’ll be therennYou’re so preoccupied, by the simple lifenNowhere to run to, nowhere to gonYou’re so preoccupied, by the simple liesnnBut I’ll be therennWhat can I do?nPictures of you still make me smile, make me smilenWhat can I do?nPictures of you still make me smile, make me smilennI’ll be looking for summertimenI’ll be waiting aroundnNowhere to run tonNowhere to gonnI’ll be looking for summertimenI’ll be waiting aroundnNowhere to run tonNowhere to gonYou’re never alone.n