There's a full yellow moon on the horizon.
I see it rising. It ain't surprising.
There's a pain so big that I can't shake. It grows with every step I take.
With every bit of small talk I try to make.
It's a different kind of lonely when I'm with you.
A different kind of lonely, even though there's two of us together in a room.
It settles in like a baby in a womb.
It's a different kind of lonely.
Before I'd met you, I had been so blue.
I thought I'd feel brand-new. But it's still there like a tattoo.
It seems like everything I start eventually just falls apart.
There's an old familiar hole inside my heart.
It's a different kind of lonely when I'm with you.
A different kind of lonely. Can you feel it, too? Can you tell that something's wrong?
It breaks my heart like a Hank Williams song.
It's A different kind of lonely.
I promised you that I could go the distance.
Can you call that persistence when it's the path of least resistance?
I got what I was looking for, then I prayed for just a little bit more,
But I can't bring myself to shut that door.
It's a different kind of lonely when I'm with you.
A different kind of lonely. Can we make it through?
Or is it always gonna be spread out there between us like a sea?
It's a different kind of lonely.