Lonely

Should we go out dancing with the loon? My best friend in the whole wide room The night is never long enough The morning whispers, "All is not lost" I hear you singing down the wire And I fall open as a flower You're the hope, you're what is left When all has emptied and has fled And I ask my Pa "Say, what'll I be?" I ask the question like I know the answer already And I'm falling, falling, I can see I don't know what is good for me But lonely, lonely, lonely likes my company Will you be nostalgia in the autumn? Will you be the Hell I've known of Heaven? Will you be the smile under my nose? Will you be the naked I can't clothe? Will you be the Welsh choir on the wind All roaring and swearing at the ocean? Will you be the ash of a well-tended fire? Will you be the ambush of my desire? I ask my Ma "What'll I do?" She said, "Shut your mouth if someone desires you" And I'm falling, falling, I can see I don't know what is good for me But lonely, lonely, lonely likes my company And who'd dare to love me? I'm a whore I'm too exposed, honey, I'm rubbed raw And all that makes it better is your touch Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Lonely, lonely, lonely, loves my touch