Home Alone 4

Gently my eyelids close, i’d rather be good than clever
i’d rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever..
i learned before i could speak with those “being patient eyes”
when god created my kind. but he forgot to tell me why
so gently my eyelids close..
all alone, at home i sit – i’m very tired of it
burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
i lost the thread i thought i had…
Led by hearts & ears – memory lagging behind
no shame being a fool, i got many things on my mind
pick up the phone on first riiiing – i never get out anymore..
there’s nowhere to go, but back and there’s quicksand outside my door
so gently my eyelids close
all alone, at home i sit – i’m very tired of it
burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
i lost the thread i thought i had.. i lost it – i lost it. yeah!
is that a shadow – or a hole in the floor?
and what’s that noise outside my door??
home alone. on my own.. and all alone…