Lonely, Lonely Road

No one to talk to

No one to flock with

On this lonely, lonely road

No one to half with

Let alone laugh with 

On this lonely, lonely road


I need a trigger

To make it bigger

On this lonely, lonely road

Making my crazy

Feeling so hazy

On this lonely, lonely road


You need to work on this slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly

Pray for some luck honey, holy, holy, holy, holy

You need to count it, and never doubt it

And it will find you on the way

Just never forget, nor even regret

It will all be well one day


You need to count it, and never doubt it

And it will find you on the way

Just never forget, nor even regret

It will all be well one day


Take that thought

Don't get caught

Life is short 

Strike it hot


Take that thought

Don't get caught

Life is short 

Strike it hot


I hope I knew it

Fun way to do it

I am only, only bored

Need something wacky

Not something tacky

I am only, only bored


You need to learn one thing very well, very well

Patience will pay you let me tell, let me tell

There will be times dear

Pain you will endure

And you might not find a healing cure

But as you go through, 

You will grow too

And you will be thankful one day


Take that thought

Don't get caught

Life is short 

Strike it hot


La lala lla, la la la lla, llallllla

La lala lla, la la la lla, llallllla


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