Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than
clever
I'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply
whatever..
I learned before I could speak with those \"being
patient eyes\"
When God created my kind. But he forgot to tell me
why
So gently my eyelids close..
All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread I thought I had...

Led by hearts & ears - memory lagging behind
No shame being a fool, I got many things on my
mind
Pick up the phone on first riiiing - I never get
out anymore..
There's nowhere to go, but back and
there's quicksand outside my door
So gently my eyelids close
All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread I thought I had.. I lost it - I
lost it. Yeah!

Is that a shadow - or a hole in the floor?
And what's that noise outside my door??
Home alone. On my own.. And all alone...