In the other room, I can hear a voice over the stereo,nSinging some reheated highway blues song.nIn a year or two, I could be a washman bent over a broomnAll by myself and singing love songs to an empty room.nI've got a reason to need younI never imagined us feeling alone before.nIs it not some season in hellnto go out on the town and find somebody to love?nWhat a pretty day, i'm biting my nails and watching talk showsni sit by the window as the water drips from the railsnbut I will make you sing woman,nuntil the skin turns to wax, its the facts that follow me down.nHey kids, don't knock on my door,nyou know, i'm lately feeling melancholy.nIt's alright to feel to bad about the times that you've hadnand i'll tell myself without somebody.nI've got a reason to need younI never imagined us being alone before.nIs it not some season in hellnto go out on the town and find somebody to love?