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 right 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, it's tough, she's stood him up
No point in us remaining
We might 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, who wouldn't do?
The role I was about to play
As if to knock my 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?
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
When she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally