All the Lonely People...
I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.
Ella Marigby
Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been;
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father MacKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear;
No one comes near.
Look at him working,
Nodding his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.
Ella Marigby
Died in the church and was buried alone with her name.
Nobody came.
Father MacKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her grave.
No one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
That has to be one the the saddest songs I've heard ever. Hmm. I'm having a very bad day. I don't know know why. My hair factors in, everyone, yes. But it's bigger than that. I've been thinking about all these things. I miss a lot of my town friends. No one I'm friends with at BA are close to me at all. Summer will be so lonely. Everyone's moved on past me, as have I. It's just sad to realize that no one will be there for my birthday...to swim with, to gang up on with waterballoons. It's a sad song. I notice that my life IS school. Things get so restricted. Especially the most important wants. Yes, you. I keep thinking, "It's alright, summer will come and pass and you'll be back at school with your friends." But it's more than that. I'm afraid that I'll meet people this summer, or reconnect with old friends and learn to live and love outside of school again. Thus making me want summer to stay. I just know there are big problems around the corner waiting for me on those nice days, and I'm tired of putting them to the back of my mind saying, "Summer's not here, have fun while it lasts!"
I can't take it.
I look at all the lonely people.
Ella Marigby
Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been;
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father MacKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear;
No one comes near.
Look at him working,
Nodding his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.
Ella Marigby
Died in the church and was buried alone with her name.
Nobody came.
Father MacKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her grave.
No one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
That has to be one the the saddest songs I've heard ever. Hmm. I'm having a very bad day. I don't know know why. My hair factors in, everyone, yes. But it's bigger than that. I've been thinking about all these things. I miss a lot of my town friends. No one I'm friends with at BA are close to me at all. Summer will be so lonely. Everyone's moved on past me, as have I. It's just sad to realize that no one will be there for my birthday...to swim with, to gang up on with waterballoons. It's a sad song. I notice that my life IS school. Things get so restricted. Especially the most important wants. Yes, you. I keep thinking, "It's alright, summer will come and pass and you'll be back at school with your friends." But it's more than that. I'm afraid that I'll meet people this summer, or reconnect with old friends and learn to live and love outside of school again. Thus making me want summer to stay. I just know there are big problems around the corner waiting for me on those nice days, and I'm tired of putting them to the back of my mind saying, "Summer's not here, have fun while it lasts!"
I can't take it.