She met some man and fell in love

Moved to a country real far

There she was walking 'round

Shooting the shit and making art

But love gets loose, and that shit got old

It's never as fresh as the start

And there she was walking 'round

Knowing all in all is what you are

Because two is the loneliest number

When you have a witness to being alone

And this is to the woman I met once

We know how to be on our own

One door opens, one door closes

Pay attention to the people you meet

They can bring you to beautiful places

Or ones that really stink

When in doubt, you can take a walk

Smile at what was once agony

Time will then do its thing

And you will feel a new type of free

Because two is a beautiful number

When you have a witness to all that you are

And this is to myself and then some

It's so good not to feel alone

Even when I'm on my own