AmThis time each Cyear sneaks up on Fme
A Amslip and slide to a Cblack hole calendarF week
A Ammile high ladder to Cclimb out the otherF side
AmAfraid that one of these Cyears the tears will haveF dried
AmI’d rather be stranded in the Gmiddle
Of a stormy Fsea
AmI’d rather be lonely in a Gcity
Where they don’t know Fme
AmEvery now and Cthen I’m hit with a Fwave
AmListen back through a Cbatch of messagesF saved
AmCan’t believe the Cyear that reads on theF screen
AmWish that I could Cshare all the things i haveF seen
AmIt feels if only I could Ghold on
To a fickle Fdream
AmI’d rather be lonely in a Gcity
Where they don’t know Fme
C (walk up)
I’d rather be lonely in a city
Where they don’t know me