I'm not in touch with my emotions
I am a little kid going through the motions
I read a lot of old science fiction
And talk to no-one with great conviction
I go to the movies on my own
I watch 2001: A Space Odyssey
Come home get stoned
They all tell me that I'm not alone
I'm just lonely
Not used to being on my own
I wake up
Scattered and still drunk
I read Jack Vance
Don't see myself getting up
Turning the pages on a dying Sunday
Using imagination that it
Won't feel like this one day
I go to the movies on my own
I watch John Carpenter's The Thing
And I just catch the train home
They all tell me that I'm not alone
That I'm just lonely, yeah
What the hell would they know?
Would they know?
