Way across the valley out of ear shot, is my loneliness.
Between tonight and the moon; silent satellites, is my loneliness.
Between the words i never wrote, and the few that i did, is my loneliness.
The over whelming pain blazing hot in the darkness, is my loneliness.
And in this cafe; this other world so full of people, there lies fully my loneliness.
The stain upon the table
The waitresses makeup
Last years magazines
That is my loneliness