In a little while from now, I'm not feeling any less sour I promised myself to treat myself and visit a nearby town I'm climbing to the top, I've thrown myself off In an effort to make it clear to whoever what it's like When you're shattered, left standing in the lurch At a church where people sing A mile on top, she stood him up, no point in us remaining The day is well behold, as I did on my own Alone again, naturally To think that only yesterday was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to what wouldn't do the role I was about to play But as if to knock me down, reality came around And without so much of a mere touch, cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt, talk about God and His mercy If He really does exist, why did He desert me? In my irony, I truly am indeed alone again, naturally It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in this world That can't be mended, left unattended What do we do? What do we do? Instrumental Alone again, naturally Looking back over the years, and whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died, never wishing to hide the tears At 65 years old, that mother God rest her soul Couldn't understand why the only man she had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken Despite encouragement from me, no words were ever spoken And when she passed away, I cried and cried all day Alone again, naturally Alone again, naturally