Everywhere I go in this world
I see lonely men
Where do we come from
When does it end
The lonely men
The lonely men
 
Looking looking looking
For a way to mend
But they break more than bend
The lonely men
The lonely men
 
In the bars searching for their friends
In their cars shifting gears while they send
A message to their mistress or their friend
Who pretends to need them now and then
The lonely men
The lonely men
 
I come from the broken hills
I understand broken thrills
Broken men
Broken men
 
Broken men behind
Broken men ahead
Brought here long ago from the planet of the dead
To bring life to its bitter end
The dead men
The dead men
 
With his wife and his son by his side
In a room with a tv and a bed
The silent men
The silent men
 
Not knowing when the day begins
Or when it ends
The timeless men
The timeless men
 
Planet of men

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Writer(s): Sonny Smith