Lay down on the living room couch,
Try to think of somewhere to go.
Before you know it the lights are out,
No longer aware how time goes by so slow.
You're asleep don't you know?
You keep thinking that someday,
Someone's gonna love you anyway
Despite all your faults.
You're not surprised when no one calls.
Just hurt.
Maybe you should get a phone.
Don't think it would matter though
You've always been alone.
And quiet.
When people say that you don't think they're right.
They're just not listening,
Or just not at peace.
But still they act happy - at least.
You're not Robert Redford
Nor are you an actor.
Your eyes aren't blue.
If you dream you dream of love - and someone new.
And you know you just can't win - you'll only lose.
You just hurt.
Just hurt.
Copyright 1977 by Randy Hartley
