The King of Loneliness

so many lonely nights,

spent dreaming and thinking of you,

so many empty teardrops,

which fell and you never knew;

one more Saturday night,

listening to all the small time bands,

talking to the radio,

hitting the all night coffee stands;

the king of loneliness is on the road,

cruising the highways once again,

everyone knows where he’s going,

but nobody knows where he’s been;

…..woke up this morning,

felt like I had died in the night,

the sun was shining on my face,

but I just couldn’t see any light;

too many highs, too many lows,

not enough time in-between,

so many worn out words,

never saying what they mean.

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