Home Alone 4 Lyrics - Simpatico - Dad

Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than clever 

I'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever.. 

I learned before I could speak with those "being patient eyes" 

When God created my kind. But he forgot to tell me why 

So gently my eyelids close.. 

All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it 

Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad 

I lost the thread I thought I had... 

Led by hearts & ears - memory lagging behind 

No shame being a fool, I got many things on my mind 

Pick up the phone on first riiiing - I never get out anymore.. 

There's nowhere to go, but back and there's quicksand outside my door 

So gently my eyelids close 

All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it 

Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad 

I lost the thread I thought I had.. I lost it - I lost it. Yeah! 

Is that a shadow - or a hole in the floor? 

And what's that noise outside my door?? 

Home alone. On my own.. And all alone...