Alone Again Naturally - Gilbert O'Sullivan+2

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 who-ever

just what it's like when you're shattered.

Left standing in the lurch at a church were people saying,

My God, that's tough, she stood him up, mo 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 who wouldn't do the words I was about to say.

And 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, all about God in His mercy.

For if he really does exist, then why did he desert me,

In my hour of need, I truly am indeed,

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.

When she passed away, I cried and cried all day

Alone again, alone again, naturally.