From the recording Tear Back the Night
Someone you know wakes up alone. Bed made, curtains drawn, to face up a hollow dawn. Downstairs, coffee made. The papers got nothing to say. You get up, go out the door. Somehow, there’s nothing more. I’m broken, I’m used. I’m damaged. I’m bruised. And sometimes I don’t care. Mainly because you’re not there. And sometimes you know that life is an empty road. But I’ll find a place to go. Until then I’m alone. I’m alone.