Oct 05, 2004 13:43
Lost in a strange city
Nowhere to turn
Far cry from the streets that
I came from
It can get lonely
When you’re travelling hard
But you can even be lonely
Standing in your own back yard
Nobody knows the existential dread
Of the things that go on inside
Someone else’s head
Whether it be trivial
Or something that Dante said
But baby nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No matter how well you know someone
You can only ever guess
How can you ever really know somebody else?
It takes more than a lifetime
Just to get to know yourself
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness