This loneliness cuts me and tears at my soul
I'm no child of destiny, no fortune's son
I've chased you so long now, I'm too weak to run
And here I return to a backstreet of thrills
Back to any warm shoulder 'til she's got her fill
And then I treat shame like some old friend from home
That I can lean on 'til the misery is gone
A new day is here, but nothing is new
And you're still gone, still I tremble for you
I cry out at bedtime, "oh please, not tonight"
When I hear your footsteps and I turn on the light
Of course you're never there, no you never are
And I try to forget that there's always a bar
Though I win that battle—and sometimes I do—
Still sleep doesn't come, and I tremble for you
