| In a little while from now, | 
| If I'm not feeling any less sour , | 
| I promise myself to treat myself | 
| And visit a nearby tower | 
| And climbing to the top will throw myself off, | 
| In an effort to make it clear to who | 
| Ever what it's like when you're shattered. | 
| Left standing in the lurch at a church, | 
| Where people saying 'my God | 
| that's tough she's stood him up | 
| No point in us remaining- | 
| We may as well go home'. | 
| As I did on my own. | 
| Alone again, naturally. | 
| To think that only yesterday | 
| I was cheerful, bright and gay, | 
| Looking forward to- well who wouldn't do | 
| The role I was about to play. | 
| But as if to knock me down, | 
| Reality came around. | 
| And without so much | 
| As a mere touch | 
| Cut me into little pieces | 
| Leaving me to doubt | 
| Talk about God in his mercy | 
| Who if he really does exist, | 
| Why did he desert me in my hour of need? | 
| I truly am indeed | 
| Alone again, naturally. | 
| It seems to me that there are more hearts | 
| Broken in the world that can't be mended. | 
| Left unattended | 
| What do we do? | 
| What do we do? | 
| Alone again, naturally. | 
| Now looking back over the years | 
| And whatever else that appears. | 
| I remember I cried when my father died | 
| Never wishing to hide the tears. | 
| And at sixty-five years old | 
| My 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. |