I CAST A LONESOME SHADOW

Writers Hank Thompson,  Lynn Russwurm



Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room 

And the lamplight streaming over me projects my lonely gloom 

My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls 

And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls 



He's always by my side at night no matter where I go 

He lurks out in the darkness or in the neon's glow 

He follows me across the steps and up and down the hall 

And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls 



I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame 

My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain 

I'm trying to escape the memory my mind recalls 

And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls 



The image of a love I lost and all the things I'd planned 

Are as empty as this bottle that I hold in my hand 

My soul is buried in the depths of love and life's pitfalls 

And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls 



I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls