In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
will throw myself off

In an effort to
make it clear to whoever
what it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch at the Church
Where people saying “My that’s tough
She’s stood him up”
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to but wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much
as a mere touch

Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that
there are more hearts
Broken in this world
that can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do,
What do we do

Alone again, naturally

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried
when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears

And at sixty five years old
My mother God rest her soul
Couldn’t understand
why the only man
She had ever loved
had been taken
Leaving her to start
with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally

Alone again, naturally