Loneliness is an envelope you can seal yourself into
And send off to a stranger in a )town across the sea
Loneliness is a tired old friend who carries your baggage
Through airports and train stations for free
Loneliness wears a suit and tie on busy city streets
And makes you cry at parties filled with people that you know
Loneliness will take your hand and lead you to the shoreline
On foggy days to find the undertow

It is the hurt that hurts the deepest
It is the ache that you can't cure
It is the desperation of the late night telephone call
It is the lover in the shadows
It is the one that got away
It is the cry of the southbound birds in the fall

Loneliness will steal your soul on stormy windy hills
And hides behind red maple trees on autumn afternoons
Loneliness sits on the porch of the house you used to live in
It is the distant sound of thunder and trains and loons

It is the hurt that hurts the deepest
It is the ache that you can't cure
It is the desperation of the late night telephone call
It is the lover in the shadows
It is the one that got away
It is the cry of the southbound birds in the fall
It is the lover in the shadows
It is the one that got away
It is the cry of the southbound bird in the fall

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): LYNN MARIE MILES