She steals the morning
From a sunset still on water
She brightens the day
While clouds precipitate from clutter
She'll light up the night with lighting strikes It's followed by
Trails of thunder
Unlike the storm, decorated in scorn She's left with fear of
Wonder
She's lonely, lonely
She lies in the bed
While nobody's there, covered
In a sheet that adheres and covers up her tears of suffer
Day by day she'll anticipate
You'll return to her without flowers
But with open arms and your James Dean charm
And your pedestal for her still towers
She's lonely, lonely
She lies in the bed
While nobody's there, covered
In a sheet that adheres and covers up her tears of suffer
She'll walk across land
That's been left by man
All of it undiscovered
Through all the hills, the creeks, and the fields If you were
There left to love her
She's lonely, lonely
She lies in the bed
While nobody's there, covered
In a sheet that adheres and covers up her tears of suffer