Lonely Boy - Leona Naess

He fills the room like champagne

Into an empty glass

As they slither to him like snakes

Through the grass

His stance is quiet with grace

Before they throw him into the rat race

And he turned to me to say

I’m a lonely boy

Even with the life I asked for

Lonely boy, why don’t you see

You’re exactly the same as me

You could be the most beautiful thing

That I ever did see

With your head pointing down

And your friends leaving town

He sung like an angel

That had cracked deep inside

While I played my guitar

And cried and cried

And the nails that we jam into our hearts

Are essential and needed for the part

And he turned to me to say I’m a lot like you

Does that mean, boy, I’ll be lonely too?

Days are passing like November rain

Constantly falling

But nothing here remains

And he turned to me to say, I’m a lot like you

Does that mean, boy, I’ll be lonely too?

You’re home getting high every day

Don’t you think it’s strange?