Did you ever say I'm lonesome
and stop to wonder really what lonesome is
Lonesome is a little boy standing in a crowd
a telephone ringing in an empty house
Lonesome is an autumn leave
that first falls from its tree
lonesome is me
Lonesome is a footstep without of place to go
Or summer is last robin in winter's first snow
Lonesome is a little dog lost out in the street
lonesome is me
Lonesome is an empty bottle
a half filled glass of wine
The sound that a clock makes
when all you have is time
Lonesome is a heart that breaks
when love has turned to hate
The dying sun at the close of day
Lonesome is a jail of tears
that won't set me free lonesome is me
Lonesome is me lonesome is me