Between an overload of information. And a striving for a pure dedication. I find myself looking for the exit sign. . See your pretty face in the sunshine.
Now the rain comes down the windows. And it drops onto the forehead of the waiting boy. He surveys his rental kingdom. And he wonders if he's really lost his one joy.
Lonely boys and you lonely girls. Here at the end of the lonely world. You're findin' out. If there's someone to cry about. . Lonely girls and you lonely boys.