It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been

In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower

And climbing to the top I will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
What its like when your love shatters
Standing in the lurch in a church

Where people saying: "My God, that's tough
she's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We might as well go home

As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and oh so gay
Looking forward to well wouldn't do
The role I was about to play

But as if to knock me down
My reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Put me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt
All about God and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me in my hour of need

I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? Do we even care?

It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been

Now looking back over the years
And whatever else has occurred
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears

And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken

Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away

I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been

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Writer(s): Raymond Edward O'Sullivan