And I continue
to burn the Midnight Lamp.
Alone.
Now the smiling portrait of you
is still hangin' on my frowning wall.
It really doesen't, really doesen't bother me
to much at all.
It's just the ever falling dust
that makes it so hard for me to see
that forgotten earring layin' on the floor.
Facing coldly towards the door.
And I continue
to burn the Midnight Lamp.
Lord, alone.
Lonely, lonely, lonely!
[spoken:] Loneliness ... is such a drag.
So here I sit to face
that same old fireplace,
gettin' ready for that same old explotion
goin' through my mind.
And soon enough time will tell,
about the circus and the wishing well.
And some who will buy and sell for me.
Someone to toll my bell.
But I continue
to burn the Midnight Lamp.
Lord, alone.
Darlin' can't ya hear me callin' you?
So lonely.
Gonna have to blow my mind.
Lonely.