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 whoever 
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
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