Alone

So you think that you’re alone.
And all you do is sit there by the telephone,
Like yesterday.
And there is no one else around.
And your tears are falling, falling down,
Like yesterday.

You’re alone now.
Nothing’s gone, and nothing slipped away.
You’re alone now.
Nothing’s gone, and nothing slipped away.

You think that you’re alone now.
And you think that you’re so scared.
I’ll be there.
I’ll be there.
I’ll be there.

So have you got any sense?
And you know that you underestimate me there.
And you think you’re in the gloom.
All I got to do is run right back to you,
Like yesterday.

You’re alone now.
Nothing’s gone, and nothing slipped away.
You’re alone now.
Nothing’s gone, and nothing slipped away.

Words and music by Michael D'Orazio

Inspired by my relationship with Sarah Frizzel