I am one of the lonely people,
Call me Eleanor if you like,
I like to ride my bike,
But there’s nowhere to go,
I’ve been everywhere,
Now there’s nowhere to go.
Are you one of the lonely people,
Praying to a God who isn’t fair,
Is it madness up there?
Gathering his people,
Keeping up his faith,
With only a cross atop his steeple.
Is she one of the lonely people,
With infinite plains uncrossed,
With time on her hands ?
Writing letters to herself
Pretending they all love her,
Putting her dreams on the shelf?
Will we always be lonely people?
The Lonely People
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